/                                                                 god...
       that girl in the black & white
                                       t-shirt
     is... exfoliating
                            within the confines
              of a natural "burden";
god, that chisel face,
    a new york type of
         woody allen's clarinet playing
type of... "reality"...

some neu-jazz?
    great!
   breed out any "concerns" i might
with regards to: albinos donning tattoos...

do i look like your father?

but that girl in the black & white?
she's onto something...
   given the fact that i'm sniffing out
her proportions and gesticulating:
she's either pregnant,
or should be lodged in the confines
of a straitjacket...

    couple of sniffs later...
is there any point of watching **** movies
these days?
if there's an assault on corporate media...
why not one on the **** industry?
start with, well, if you don't start
with Bronzino's cupid, titillating
the ****** of venus?
    and you can't ******* to that
"scenario"?
   my god, ***** up yer *** then!

old school means:
   such that is the naked flesh,
the emblem of the artistic ****...
the sculpture...
                      the... does this really
require a movie, or simply my...
    imagination?

**** these days has transcended my
original "intentions":
mainly the mirror effect,

   she jerks off, i *******...
she's exfoliating on camera with a foetus,
i'm there with an ego...

           she ends the argument,
i begin it...

         she's a teen trafficked onto
adult websites,
  i'm like: i get the giggling, so: no...
*******...

       i'm not even a sartre ******
at this point...
but my god,
  that chiseled face,
  and that natural glow of ultra-concerns,
as if she's carrying something
more than just a signature label
handbag, or really wanting to
"exfoliate" with the next big "thing"
equated to high-heels...

      this... this is ****...

                             look at her...
    she's scared, but already
  filled with brimming,
         encompassing a continuum!
     kangaroo mum'ah!
     wild eyed like a tom waits song
live circus...
                 she's ******* edgy,
bountiful, a filling of the eyes
like two tongues, one eye in the mouth,
and a parisian croissant:
       freshly baked...

seeing this pweety pweety...
i don't want to write,
i don't want to paint,
i don't want to sculpt...

         rather... feed her a las vegas
roulette of fancies of a "diet"...
sweet pickled cucumbers,
   no cucumbers...
                sun dried tomatoes...
   plum tomatoes...
                  and whatever is
       later translated onto the cards.

look at her...
                           the amazon
within the confines of about 5ft6...
              such perfecto chin and the extending
bone to allow a chew...
the almost disappearing eyebrows
with what germans call:
   the protruding bones of the skull -
with unnecessary hair to add an excess
of nomen.

so... ****...
                 and if i'm not mirroring her,
also *******,
  and if i'm not looking at
classical art, as she exfoliates pregnant
with a 3rd party source to
add to the compliments...
            well...
                       then there's just the plain
dumb acting, within the confines
of a hollywood...

   yawn...

                            or...

S1E10 Completion of a Great Opus
    (lindsay ellis)...

    does a woman have to be naked,
in order to get you *****?
    i know the excess of islam, of the niqab,
and the supposedly "******* eyes"...
but then...
               ah: as good as any needle
                                        to no camel.

did you spot the girl in the t-shirt
of a zebra lying down?
                            see the second heart?
the frog, the puddle, and the tadpole?

oh look!
    you can actually see *****...
  within the confines of the amphibians!