Girls
You're all so plain. You're all so, so flat. If - against all odds - there is nothing wrong with your faces, you end up looking static and empty. You don't know how to use that flawless face; I see no vigour, I see no passion, no life in your boring complexion.
I want to see joy, energy, dynamics; expressions flitting at supersonic speeds. And unimaginable amounts of combinations of your different features should light up and just radiate.
I want no pretentious looks, no false pouting. I want carefree, impeccable mirroring of the soul, with complete abandon. In a way, you should be reminiscent of a child.
Show me that perfect face, show me that person. I would not need more in life than to observe.
Until jealousy set in, of course. Then I'd just want to kill.
2 comments:
Wouldn't it be enough to just...spread?
How vulgar of you.
No thank you.
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