Metaphoric Hate....Coroneus, Wake.

Friday, November 28, 2003

Fall-Winter fashion. The trendsetters are out again....the new, the cool, the bold, the sexy, the awe-inspiring, the va-va-vooming. And if Miss Teen Preen Queen's choice-of-the-season is any indication of what's in (and how would I ever doubt that?? ), then it's definitely two week arm stubble. Thick luscious dark locks from elbow to wrist add that wonderful coarse, yet silky finishing touch that most female patrons of 'Gillette La Femme' lack. Yes, Miss Teen Preen Queen(of the beady red eye and shiny sharp tooth and chandilier earring), every time your sleeve slides up a fraction to expose that fascinating tattoo of two leaves on a stalk on your watch-less left wrist, my eyes I'm afraid do not give it the respect it would otherwise command on a deforested arm. Instead, I shamelessly admit, mine eyne rove further northward - powerless in the face of a hypnotic half-nelson - towards the hidden treasures of tropical vegetation on skin. Maybe little people have set up a large community in there. Elected a chief, no two chiefs, fought wars, looted, pillaged, plundered, multiplied, set up more colonies, more wars, sophisticated the art of murder. Who can ever tell? This wondorous civilization in all probablilty is lost to the rest of mankind. And only because you shunned the razor. Noble indeed. Very, very noble. If to wax is vain then you don't wane in vain. I admire you. It is this sort of strict adherence to one's aesthetic values that has made Fall-Winter fashion the institution it is today. Good luck Miss Teen Preen Queen, you're a blinder.