"million years of evolution and i'm still stuck with bad genes!"

inventory

flipping frantically through
mountains (of formidable mountains)
of synthetic
(beauty? vanity?)
call me what you wish
i can't be bothered with anthing else
but
to make myself
(just that little bit more)
appealing.

i want to appeal your eyes off the next girl
[bogged down with tons, TONS, of perfumed powder, shimmery finery and false pretense]
beside me

i want to intoxicate you

but rather
i think i want to convince myself
that the multitudes of unrepentent monstrosities
clustered on my face
are simply

"millions of years of evolution and I'm still stuck with bad genes!"

- Inspired by Denise's frustrated exclamation of pimples :) and her yearn for AHEM eye candy. I tell you that poor girl's gonna make herself diabetic if she continues indulging in so much unhealthy eye-candy :D
Just a little light hearted stuff to take the dark edge off my blog for once :)