There is reality. There are tanlines and celulite and anomolies of shape. There are broken teeth and split ends. There are wards and pimples and cancers. There are yellowed eyes and hairy ears. There are the eternally old and dead babies. There are bunions and blisters. Ingrown hairs, bowed legs, fused joints, no necks, holes in stomachs, missing lungs, damaged brains, broken necks and ringing ears. Broken hearts. But beauty still exists. Why does it exist. Why should it exist? It doesn’t. A-tishoo! A-tishoo! we all fall down.
11.7.10
Beauty.
There is reality. There are tanlines and celulite and anomolies of shape. There are broken teeth and split ends. There are wards and pimples and cancers. There are yellowed eyes and hairy ears. There are the eternally old and dead babies. There are bunions and blisters. Ingrown hairs, bowed legs, fused joints, no necks, holes in stomachs, missing lungs, damaged brains, broken necks and ringing ears. Broken hearts. But beauty still exists. Why does it exist. Why should it exist? It doesn’t. A-tishoo! A-tishoo! we all fall down.
There is reality. There are tanlines and celulite and anomolies of shape. There are broken teeth and split ends. There are wards and pimples and cancers. There are yellowed eyes and hairy ears. There are the eternally old and dead babies. There are bunions and blisters. Ingrown hairs, bowed legs, fused joints, no necks, holes in stomachs, missing lungs, damaged brains, broken necks and ringing ears. Broken hearts. But beauty still exists. Why does it exist. Why should it exist? It doesn’t. A-tishoo! A-tishoo! we all fall down.
