My Version

Out of all the likley things in our vast universe, from the grains on the dirt to the particles in the air. His smile was so unlike the likely the edges would curve into the most peculiar miniscule painting I had ever layed eyes on. Constantly pondering about the many thoughts others would signify and potray. 

 

He smelled of home-made coffee and a tinge of damaged goods still respledant and foolish despite his age and lack of identity.The smell came from an iron plate smacked down with grounds of pleasure which he filled with water and sugar doused with a bit of his grandfather's charisma. Otherwise his room would smell of prepared hay and pieces of artificial flavors combined with a child's perfume. His parents were always simple-minded ever since the begining of his birth so the smell was always brought on by his contemplative mind and stressful opinions.

 

His ears were delicate and bold, cute at rest, amazing at best, they were clean from top to bottom, no self-multilation and no puncture wounds. His hair was that of a black sheep, crashing with curls of wonderous curves. But most of the time covered with hats of assorted colors mixed in with  jazzy tunes and sweet romance and a lovely dash of head-banging.

His eyes had the assortments of three worrisome colors: one black, one brown and one favorited green. The hours he spent introspecting himself and observing human behavior, had left him with a masters in acting in situations in front of sidewalks and empty streets sipping on watered down saliva.