Perfect teeth designed to hide what lies beneath
Admittedly, the truth is not so pretty as whatever they are selling but I would rather have real sugar than chemicals. I only know that I've never seen perfection but still understand the concept. It's hard to stay awake in a world blistering with delicious alcoholic beverages, externally beautiful people, and a nation all pointing towards some supposedly "happy" place around age 35 where we are all complete. No where in my day to day does this fairytale exist in any tangible sense so I think I threw it out my car window with my camel cigarette. Instead, I think I will follow the hedonistic urges that keep my mouth in an upwardly shaped half-moon, and perhaps cause even more trouble than the evening before. I can only ask for stimulation- whether it be licked on me, spat on me, smiled, sighed or vomited on my lap. Come over here, please.