They’ve been highlighting their minds so as to find the amount of time to make great art matter- because it does and will and still is
Sitting with this iconoclastic reverberation, simply put, a homespun sedation of a MOST MYSTICAL AND altruistic sort of recreation. Fantastic actually and analysed to within an inch of
Its layabout life(StYlE) – and she did this… with said mind Tied To A Particular Point
Of exceptional description, she’s a living, seething inscription of her own chosen accord – her swords are daggers and her daggers are tiny little needles… … “sophisticated and real!!”
They lay like gold-dust in the hay, “hell, YES(!)” she’s had her say And her DaY will be
Beyond beautifully imaginative again. This is her mother f****** zen and it lives within the wrapping of the wild Irish rain
