Understanding everything she broke it and brought it with her to that irreparable place of delicate ingenuity. And if her art is the start.. then
What the hell happened to… the mismatching poetry to torture the back of the main brain only in a most—-
Insanely suggestive way? The grab at scribbles and the smashed hat to bow down to the replicated genuflect. A mirror to the mirror that actually did cRacK its Own back…
And minus the camel, even(!)
“If they see something. Then all we see.. is a lopsided version of a perfectly imperfect person.” And with a stick of dynamite in her MANicured hand, she’ll outstand ALL of that aforesaid genuine remark~ABILITY.
It’s in the professional process, and it is DEFINITELY in the Calmness of a chaotic masterpiece
