- I-
hack apart my duvet. A shy bump
blunts in my crotch
pajamas covered by the tweed, purchased at a boutique in London
square last year.
I get up and go to the bathroom. Here I touch my face reflective gesture.
In one day I grew a beard,
But yesterday I got the perfect shave!
"Well, well ... so what is this - I wonder to watch me in the mirror.
maybe I grew up in the face? Ralos
my hair fringe frontispiece
check it when sheathed my Dolce Gabbana
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What if UVA radiation is undermining my male hormones?
Or is it perhaps that my stylist no longer gets the most volume to the crown grass?
and why the Paola, guais & scissors, not far from cheap.
But this is the price, folks, we know that
metrosexuality, at the end, you pay face.
And to me that what I say,
subscribing to women's magazines I get a pretty penny.
But as I approach them,
in bars at night, I bought assault with my sentences,
- Your beauty is of this world?
would capture your sensitivity in only two frames!
By day I am thinner, I prop a good alibi in the form of American
light and these eyes but shawty
imposts, camouflage my human emptiness.
But girls, I'm from here and there. Cosmopolitan
hardened me say, and so.
to me what I love is everything and nothing,
be a being, better not be, my image is my alibi.
And this mirror first thing in the morning is not a fallacy.
You'll see when I planted my modern--Juvenile
costume and I go for a walk around the room. Will shock you ....
-II-
So. Active
my buga with automatic
I stand down the road without seeing that cute little poodle that was tangled in my low
to cross the red light, or was it amber? Equals
.
The blonde is not good enough to pay for insurance so I floor
hard towards my second home,
ready to amaze the staff with my newfound sucks.
-III-
At the door, a freckled boy with large purple-rimmed glasses, chides me something from the other side, with improper fuss his young age. I think the poodle
crushed under my wheel mountain
Is it the child's human reincarnation?
and this spring, in my ever-present, eternal goodness rented
sphincter is activated from the sidewalk, forcing me to change.
(sphincter, on the other hand, has been carefully polished for Rosi
, Almodovar center of aestheticism, and I must say,
for his skillful hands. And every Wednesday evening, is what I do, never
is one to know when to walk out of his crotch bump tweed)
I approach to it (nothing to do with the above mentioned, and I of pedophile I have nothing)
and framing him with expertise in contrapicado.
The cinematic eye is my particular nightmare!
I came from my first pollutions which crabs sensitive embedded in my flesh. And that's what I solaza every morning.
The boy challenges me behind his large glasses. And he spits resolved and no further ado: - But who the hell are you? - - And more, he adds, "Who stole the words faces? -
is true, I say, "If in" Angels & Demons "never used such terms,
and contamination, or preambles, and then I think:
- not my God, no!
be that I am, even
also gifted (as well equipped, lol)
the gift of creative writing?
my god my life and my heart, I can not
with both skill and attributes as invaluable compendium of creative! Will there be
to change my name? -
-IV-
I decide to run swiftly to make me a good check, lest
this child croaker and approaching fast paced tribute to both the operator must, in the form and sign relentless galloping alopecia.
Gentlemen, I am a dandy, a modern-man, an illusionist
game of mirrors, this
comes and goes, and I stand but some grafts,
go now, a man like me, high-flying ...
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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