Hello all you beautiful people that’s how I would start my dissertation beautiful people with nothing to lose and everything to gain
while **** people, plain people persons like me have to work so hard, softened, while you, intent on being beautiful, are nothing if not beautiful
My one thought gets lonely when I see you what ought to be considered entire and whole will one day also grow old the beautiful are nothing if not beautiful
For me thought comes naturally and I consider myself fortunate as I must be content at not being beautiful, am forced to say something so profound that a phrase line like “I broke a nail” is not as life threatening or “How about the price of gas” won’t seem as wonderfully global as it would from beautiful persons, intent on being simply beautiful when beautiful is simple or vice-verse
**** person you see must work at being charming, quick witted and swift while you polish nails I polish my lines for a play in which the only star is the beautiful person behind my **** shell
A treatise on Bach, formal judgments of global peace Orwellian theory into practice both animalistic and I-Robotesque work their way into **** people conversation.
Not, “the price of gas” but "why" the price of gas or *how" the price of gas and knowing the answers.
Plain persons have so much more going their way for the effort expended learning something crucial something literal, may one day eke a way into beautiful persons conversation beautiful people intent on being beautiful are only beautiful and nothing if not beautiful.
As for the cockeyed slim-jim like me I’ve got a lot of learning to do my hopes of ever being beautiful have long since passed I thank the Gods and technology for the quest to question and the simple beauty of not being beautiful
For if I knew nothing except how to be beautiful I’d be lost for last words and as for being beautiful I’d be nothing if only beautiful
Not sure if this is another "angry" phase or simply a statement of fact. No offence intended to beautiful people - there are millions.
I fear living for someone centring someone in my universe I fear not not wanting to be alone constant noise in my silence I fear wasting my time on someone putting my life on hold for them to leave I fear a lifetime of small talk being a product of their routines and races I fear not finding belonging not being in control I fear the prison of my mind never finding the person I don't fear with I fear not being special in the insignificance never being not afraid to be vulnerable I fear only existing