by Tomorrow's Man
November 09, 2006
there's beauty and there's beauty.
he or she it just strikes you like a plank of love across the attention span, boom, a two-by-four of rapture leaving you with trickly red happy splinters, boom, and the nose, the weight, the voice, the politics, the height, the age, these stop being the matter.
boom - there's a belly
boom - there's a nose
boom - there's psoriasis and halitosis and sometimes even the clap, and it rides like the azimuth of a golden liquid dawn right over you, because...who cares? not you.
as far as humans go, there's beauty, and there's beautiful, and you're only seeing the latter.