Blindness

it is such a short pleasure of sexyness as the femenine chin hit the heel and leans towards the scene with that egyptian dress... tall queen fluent french of being called miss... elocuent sense of not being called liz... kiss on the phone with the unknown bone on the list... text no dial tone suppose to make the zone of intelligent politeness... resound noun of a game faced woman lame taste sugar of bigger flyness... extra all, ballskirted ladies... Monroeish babies, flapper egocentric eighties repeated frantic shady to be nevertheless, wonder over the man bless with the power of hunger on top of the masculine powerless sex... hot mess of stereotypical debates hate over hate implicates shortness... tip touch of psycological procastination a profound sensation that states the destination of our generation... eagerness to be an obsolete mirror of pretending... its a life of like or boos clock slaves and clown shoes... Story of Glory individual blindness...