Cloaked in her matching pinstriped arsenol of next month's nows

"Take a deep breath and let it out. She grabbed her pen and began to flow, to write the first thing that came to mind. Without thinking much. Cause thoughts are what screwed her over in the first place. To laugh over it later, the irony of emotions. But it became addicting and she couldnt stop. She began to view her life in this vision. But it was abstract. She slowly painted her world blue. And it became a joke. She started to worry as fiction morphed into reality. But she had become obsloete, even in her own mind. She was just the writer in the world where the charectors overcome."-me

"Jewels and stones cut so precise. Held up by a ring. Catches all glances and looks Hoping to distract from The finger to the left So bare and unfurnished Named for sporting such hardware. With dreams cut so precise. She's held up by her strings. She catches all glances and looks Hoping to find someone who can Dress her naked hand. I'll tear my heart right out And have you sport it as hardware."
-Beware the JubJub Bird and Shun the Frumious Bandersnatch (Forgive Durden)