#pcrfectplan

              the shift from stillness to MELLISONANCE is, granted, not incipiently noticed, distant melody                  reaching ears as brisk stride turns to  rallentando. scuffling  of  footwear  soles  against  floor                   decreases in volume as eyes flick from side to side,   and in the bat of an eyelash,  answer  to                  question is provided.  thus begins something of an  INTERNAL  DEBATE    ( to obey curiosity                  and come to  a  halt  or  to  continue  walking  and  simply   IGNORE   plaintive  ballad . . . ? ).                    and within a MOMENT’S TIME, the young woman finds herself bowing to the will of mistetch,                  cautious steps leading her closer  to  door  ( left  slightly  ajar )  until  she  finds herself peering                   through  infinitesimal  space.   for  considerable  amount  of  time  does  she  remain  in  place,                   strangely  silent  –––––––  until,  that  is,  creak of piano bench and assumed final note of piece                  somehow triggers collection of words she does  not  know she has spoken until they are left to                  T                                  A                                   R                                    R                                  Y.

YOURE SO FUCKIN CUTE WJAT THE FUCK