“What If We Folded Beauty Over and Watched It Squirm?”

She’s entirely tiring herself and her mammoth mind out. She’s playing mysterious games with the good and decent people of party-hard admittance. If we made mistakes it’s cos out braInS have been taken to everlasting tASK

Without having asked us a livid seething thing. The vision to penetrate the insides of another person’s lopsided soul. She’s been on automatic AUTOPILOT for all of 31 upstaged years and fearing the fear of fEaRiNg a ransacked BrAiN. AGAIN.

And what if, though, we never needed to know Just How Happy An Antagonised Person Can Get To Be?? It’s highly likely she’s ——- commonly losing her mind in the middle of the most mundane day imaginable, actually, and MULTIPLIED BY A BILLION thoughts of triggerHAPPY AgonY. We’ve

Went and done it all times a thousand “NOW”, even having ransacked the aforesaid ransacked nature happening inside of an, aHeM, ransacked mind anywAAAAAAAY. We’ve

Been to see the death of a Dostoyevskian dEvIl and asked him all of everything: “about the proper way to MisBeHaVe without even owning a minute to ourselves anyway.” She’s

Scanning the whole house for a set-up of utter ******* interruption. She’s even making her OWN moves mEaNdEr enough times now to cause – the most imperfectly perfect pEoPle the most ridiculous level of

Panic AND PANACHE – “which lives inside of a hybrid man.”