I haven't been anywhere in two months, but every place. I feel brittle. Then the no-nonsensical me remembers what kind of world I truly live in. So I crack every bone, sit and hone my smile, hide that voice. Don't be so inconvenient! Seriously..
Yes we see.
Do we care?
Of Course!
that is,
(brilliantly)
Of Couture?
You?
'Umm Honey. That foot sez ta me.... Paleeeze....Tattoo them for yo mid' life crisis!'
Can we get back to two eyes?
Not one.
A world of cyclops.