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DieingEmbers Feb 2013
Dear magazine and tv fashion
hast thou ever heard of natural passion
you Photoshop you cut and crop
you edit this and that ... Please stop
the real beauties are those that know
you don't have to be a size zero
Sixteen eighteen or all above
can still find joy can still know love
nipped and tucked Kozmo get ******
only chicken skin gets plucked
wax n shave and now vajazzil it
Draba for gods sake don't talk ****
lift em up and shrink that bottom
yet there's something that you've forgotten
men prefer a sense of humour
to all this artificial hoo haw
so girls for reason and for sanity
tear up this propaganda vanity
be yourselves and break the habit
be a bunny girl not a freakin rabbit
ditch the salad bin the chart
Declare today a brand new start
ugly is as ugly does as spoken by the media buzz
today take back your sass and bounce
cause your all woman each gorgeous ounce
men admit it for gods sake
there's nothing **** bout a rake
women should live for more than style
so come on sweetheart chin up... and smile
now let your heart and soul start humming
and as for boys.....
                                 Keep em' comming
Brand names changed to stop from being sued lol. This is inspired by the poem  tales of an ugly, wasted girl by only madness knows my name
This is to all my female friends and any woman that feels they have to be like those photoshopped stick insects in cosmo and the like, men prefer real women believe me
In my dream the drive is nonstop flame
with hints of eternal love and force.
Open the doors out the dream world,
let the essence of Kolor invade your bloodstream.
I cannot stop this feeling I feed heavily.
I am a bad drug with a brain and a heart beat of a lion, half sheep.
Across the indigo sky where the flower may be,
the paradise behind the door cry's and the wind acting of life
kisses everything in its path of gold textured knowledge.
The Luna dancing with the stars in a drunk motion,
Kosmik block fiesta.
The loaded planets flirting with its neighbor Kreating more Love
to water the flowers and roses until they drown in the energy
of divine spirit.
A god in a 60s head smoker,
A drunk and ****** flower in the garden of Love.
Nonsense of the most soulful.
I stand before the moon with a flower from the future in my hand
for the Queen of Universal Love.
A simple yet natural complex Kraft Kreated with star dust
and stuff of the Kozmo flow.
Dazed and Confused. Blazed and Amused...
Soul Flowers Make Everything Groovy

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