We're all ugly if you look at us long enough. There are things that just aren't right. Like that thing. And that other thing. And what the hell is THAT? I'm not sure we should be going out in public looking like we do. I think we should all be home in front of the mirror with various creams and clippers and concealers and treatments. We should really do something about all of this. It's socially unacceptable and disgusting.
If I were beautiful I would focus all my charm on you and sweep you off your feet. You wouldn't stand a chance. How could you resist my perfection? Look at this hair, this smile, these deep, lovely eyes. If you were as beautiful as I would be, I'd be helpless to resist you. Beautiful people are dangerous and powerful. If I were beautiful, you'd be done for.
Beauty and Ugly sat at breakfast, drinking coffee and talking lightly about the previous day. Ugly smiled a crooked smile at Beauty's story about work, a smile that caught Beauty by surprise, reminded her what she'd always loved about Ugly. Under the table Beauty slipped her lovely foot up against Ugly's lumpy leg and rubbed him softly, making his crossed eyes close partially with desire. Beauty winked at Ugly's bashful glance and sighed contentedly. Ugly swallowed loudly and began to break out in anxious hives of desire.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
