Styling someone is never the option for truth too supplement facts, altogether! It's probably because truth towards an option of essentially giving someone such an "option" as too never style them (first and foremost)... Is simply because those very facts are supplemented too such a degree, that everything falls apart from both decision-making and choice! Logic doesn't rule anymore! Nor does a sense for reasoning, either. Therefore, what are you truly left with then...? Easy. As it could never be as simple as styling someone who doesn't have the very effective option for truth too supplement facts over the "long-drawn-out haul"! Mostly because ALL things with purpose in mind, essentially won't ever (anymore) have it's sense for duty in hand, either. Meaning your left with the only comparable stationary meanings that will tempt the negotiations of many things too remake sense...once again. Even if it takes longer than what was fully expected (not the first time around). Whereas it wouldn't have taken as long when the very unexpected "anticipations" were completely expected (the second time around). Giving hope too an even newer sense of logic that doesn't have anything too truly do with normal reasoning, anymore. Actually, it NEVER did! Why do you think hope is an offerable cause too mandatory "enlightenment"?! Hopes grows into the shape or form of "believe", after all. (Leaving little powerful things both such as "decision-making and choice" entirely scrunched! While being also compressed "too death"! Too much between!) Which slightly contradicts logic ruling as it ALWAYS should. Or essentially, ALWAYS did! Especially when that very sense for reasoning becomes (all the more) valid (first and foremost). Conclusion... "Styling someone is never the option", because you essentially don't have anything more equipped than regular truth which prompts joy into hope growing and amassing into believe. Which actually creates the sense of reasoning that breaths logic into it's very surroundings.
PS... "Styling someone is never the option"... All for truth too supplement facts, altogether! Again...and again...and again....
The joy in styling someone is nothing more than the failure for truth! Only when your willing too truly adopt that very specific feature... Is when the obvious would come running at you with a very "engraved" knife!
You were beautiful before the heels
and the high *** hair.
I saw your beauty everywhere.
Stacey lou grew up in a sad home too
where her mom smoked cigarettes and drank coffee for dinner
skipped a few meals, downed a few pills
woke up everyday prettier
Stacey lou began high school and felt uglier everyday too
She skipped all of her class to hide in the lou
met a man at the drive-in named dan
dropping out wasn't originally apart of the plan
but he made her feel like a million bucks
Stacey lou started drinking too
and every time she lost her mind
she swore her face would turn back time
her insides were a dyin' but her outside was a stylin'
She woke up one mid afternoon
looked into the mirror in the powder room
saw her momma looking back
and had herself a heart attack
She was beautiful before the heels and the high *** hair,
I'm tellin ya' I saw her beauty everywhere.
Just a little poem about beauty in the 1960s
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