If her downfall does crawl then it does do its own shovel-work times a thousand, too. She’s been bellyaching (yet) again… only ever inside of her silenced mind sometimes: “by all of these LoudMOUTHED idiots of literary pursuits, and even if SHE’S one of them EAGLE-eyed and -eared individuals(, too,) who
.. … wishes to K!SS THIS TASTE CALLED constant and quantifiable creation. When the sentiment and sensational FIXation takes hold of her tale, her bushy tail is UP AND, actually, we’re away—-
A whim, whichever, really, (that) she can endlessly-both-energetically achieve with her state of impending, “ahem… bliss?” Heavenly twisted-UP in preparatory kisses.
==>>> “From the creator (WHO’S BEEN) caught controlling everything… .”
