What others see is rarely how we see ourselves, as this points out in such a vivid, creative way. In a world of mannequin worship, it's almost blasphemy to remove one's airbrushed lenses and take a closer look at the flaws, the cracks... and realize there's more to see... nicely written...
You can fool others with your reflection but never yourself... some try to hide their shallowness beneath a glamorous facade and it works cause so many like them without reason or rhyme.
. i was watching the miss universe pageant yesterday ... (no criminal minds because of it) ... and i couldn't help thinking aloud ... "what the hell's going on?" i said ... and then ... in the final round ... william baldwin ... one of the judges ... asked a contestant about a mistake she made and what she did to fix it ... and she said ... 'thank you for the question. good evening, las vegas. i haven't made any major-major mistake so far and i'm really happy to be here' ... and then she waved to the crowd ... all the while tormented by the smile and the make up she had to keep intact ... in short ... you write brilliantly ... paul is never wrong ...
I liked when you said painted face made of glass.It kind of pulled in the entire essence of your words here.This seems so easy on the eye and yet has an intricate 'cracked' or 'broken' feeling hanging on to it.
You have the sense of a story being told in as few words as possible, and that's good. It has a little rhythm that'd be apparent to anyone...and I don't know if this is weird, but just the sound of the words 'cracked glass' gives me chills. Fantastic!
I am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend.
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