a snow of butterflies : texticity

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.

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