‘This Is NOT A Dress Rehearsal’

These nerves of steel withstood too many things to EVER even consider her anything other than a truly transcended individual. These endless and disgustingly DISpassionate duals within her imbalanced Brain—

Appear to have taken her to the edge of SaNiTy and Not. Quite. Back. Again.

Hanging on to the one thing she does IN-FACT know-
That to consume herself momentarily IS to passionately create —

This singlehandedANDsingularSense
Of proficientandseen-to-be, SEEMS-TO-BE: Unequalled and bombastic BOMBARDMENT of predominantly premeditated PROse.

It endlessly smothers her from head to toes- only in a most beautifully reciprocated sense
Of tensely portrayed collaboration –

Her momentary, no need to be monetary DEMONstration of a most magnificent and singular kind- “all eyes ARISE, please!”

To witness her singular sense of SUPREME SUFFERING.. “Yes, she did this to feel many a thing”