“Twinkle star celebratory song  circulating  in our heads…. wishing this could happen on demand.

It’s a COOL sing song and infectious.”

Wendy and Carla had this groan apparent obsessive fascination with days and daze.

And the seasons in their entirety.

Including FOOD “SEASON”-ING.

On the subject of  in  amongst an olive shade cool gust  summer noon  Wendy who had in essence  a dual personality but not split or splintered  in an orthodox meaning was discovered drifting with a consummate aplomb.

Peppery  waves, saline crystal sea air, feeble though temperature infused air puffs tickle the ear drum,  and other vulnerable coteries invisibly behind the narrative account  about to unfurl uniformly.

It's  authentic and not apocryphal either because a multiple schismatic psychological  trauma tinted trait didn’t exude the more malignant and defining  strands of mental infirmity.

“Connecting with others  has always been facile for me.

Like a rose  cheek  tot  cavorting around an amusement park.”

Wendy reflecting internally with the hint from a  nod to her cerebral other.

“In  fact I have two MES, that  are bordering benignly if in a twilight shroud on peculiar peccadillo paranormal.”

Carla countered.

Eccentric on reflection but tropical sunbeam hue laden julienne strip colours as magical matrices.

Hers, theirs, was a post midnight awe gulp astrology dazzle conceptual map.

Basket luminous flux  of fantastic flashes.

She/they painted and sculpted an integral sinuous dextrous composite of subconscious wit.

Incongruous inner conflicting prompts from Carla and Wendy

could pan out as A PAINT IN THE NECK. 

A wealth of both the PAINTS and PROMPTS.

Periodically too PROMPT as in an uninvited jibe from a testy boor on a gust riddled morn rattled by the weather from a rain deluged weather grouch.

The hidebound miser that either  doesn’t use sun protection or value a compelling reason for having to apply one. 

But Wendy or Carla  despite their kaleidoscopic genie torrents blended and did intermingle.

How utterly bizarre this internal character fusion as  gregarious hybrid link.

Jigsaw puzzle segment tie.

Wendy and Carla were mutual carrier bags as in lavender tint bag for life in their gauzelike cobwebberyish fashion. 

The broadsides  from the twin sides were besides the points of their 

RAISIN D-EATRE - RAISON D’ETRE.

Yikes… gauche garish groan.

They nibbled on raisins and sultanas!

NO IN-“SULT”- ANA intended.

Dedicated to my most wonderful, gifted,  brilliant , and  caring sister

Jay A  Pallen.