by Tomorrow's Man
November 02, 2006
there's beauty, then there's beauty.
he, or she, just strikes you like a plank of love across the attention span. boom, the nose, the weight, the voice doesn't matter.
boom - there's a belly, there's a nose, 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?
as far as humans go, there's beauty, and there's beautiful.