It’s an insinuation- this flitting sense that everything need NOT actually remain… meticulously alright again. That every little nuance that came before and, therein, whereafter shall..
Make some kind of secondary, tertiary.. sense
Of itself?! Who cares at this developmental stage in prognosis proceedings.
No sort of shame, nor BLAME(!) whatsoever at all anymore, even if, and WHEN(?) these (SELF-)entertained Artists can, in actual FACT, continually KEEP themselves happier than a pig HEAVILY wedged within SHIT!!
We see that they’ve been seizing the time for themselves again, been acting rather.. often and verbosely overemotional!
Which is good… NO, it is GREAT in-fact- that their destiny of fate plays its card-hand
Sharpest, SHAPELY and, ultimately…
A silenced Event of oftly UPsetting suggestion
