What i9s beauty? - Weta/Calliope
The moth on the screen
Well its not skin deep nor the eye of the beholder. It’s artificial , mam made because it’s a man made notion.
It is an assertion of what is positive,
you’ve never seen that hue of blue. Is that beauty? You know it’s ephemeral. It has something to do with a unique quality. The stray orchid in the straw even. Why did it flower? The conditions were right.
Beauty is answering why, a childish question
The crack germinating is luck yet it came out and Kei took the top flower, the bluest I suppose.
It broke the time. Personally myself …I like a sweet chicken…ahoney or. . Hey Tandoori come here a minute makes my muscles quiver with delight , protein from zro to outasight. How can a dead bird do that/.
Well, some people appreciate the dark and so all aspects contain beauty That’s where your childhood runs out.. When you stop questioning..
With astranger it does matter because you may eventually have to kill thim
Serenada
Sayonara never ever having been convinced by love, serenade actually
\guitar prayer sing your owed too the rode ahead from heroinonin the blak hole calls.Their id no you here. I only holed my hopes higher than my aspirations desperations next, deflations, reflex ions of being 45 and a kald a cult45, the world is controlled. The poorer we get the pourer we get but Lord Im a fool for a sigarette. He chosen road of loss and broken promises, fences for horses, curious blue questions never answered why? Zedout/.
\My mind is. Awelter of jumpled happients, curious niches, at one with my nieces who lost her breeches in the washing machine
The trouble with pissing out your window in summer is the fragrant waft of warm concentrated piss forever with you. Some people think toilets are beautiful. Hundertwasse loved the water and tinkle of the tinkle, the pepper of the peppermint tree, the kawakawa. Forever changing and beautiful , no two experiences ever the same , as always all ways.
Would you sell your last moment to your bank manager who could liberate all that you had accrued?
I&G 5/02/05
Well its not skin deep nor the eye of the beholder. It’s artificial , mam made because it’s a man made notion.
It is an assertion of what is positive,
you’ve never seen that hue of blue. Is that beauty? You know it’s ephemeral. It has something to do with a unique quality. The stray orchid in the straw even. Why did it flower? The conditions were right.
Beauty is answering why, a childish question
The crack germinating is luck yet it came out and Kei took the top flower, the bluest I suppose.
It broke the time. Personally myself …I like a sweet chicken…ahoney or. . Hey Tandoori come here a minute makes my muscles quiver with delight , protein from zro to outasight. How can a dead bird do that/.
Well, some people appreciate the dark and so all aspects contain beauty That’s where your childhood runs out.. When you stop questioning..
With astranger it does matter because you may eventually have to kill thim
Serenada
Sayonara never ever having been convinced by love, serenade actually
\guitar prayer sing your owed too the rode ahead from heroinonin the blak hole calls.Their id no you here. I only holed my hopes higher than my aspirations desperations next, deflations, reflex ions of being 45 and a kald a cult45, the world is controlled. The poorer we get the pourer we get but Lord Im a fool for a sigarette. He chosen road of loss and broken promises, fences for horses, curious blue questions never answered why? Zedout/.
\My mind is. Awelter of jumpled happients, curious niches, at one with my nieces who lost her breeches in the washing machine
The trouble with pissing out your window in summer is the fragrant waft of warm concentrated piss forever with you. Some people think toilets are beautiful. Hundertwasse loved the water and tinkle of the tinkle, the pepper of the peppermint tree, the kawakawa. Forever changing and beautiful , no two experiences ever the same , as always all ways.
Would you sell your last moment to your bank manager who could liberate all that you had accrued?
I&G 5/02/05
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