

The MasqueradeHello. Hello, and Welcome to you: Ladies and Gentleman all. You have just entered the Masquerade Ball.The Masquerade
The doors close shut. The lamps brighten. Their reality is closed, trapped, hidden, MASKED, and entranced.
Identities unknown. Personalities - that were once so raw and true,
are concealed from the other guests.
The MEN appear smooth, suave, and oh-so-charming. They think the ladies
don't know their intentions.
The WOMEN appear sweet, sexy, and drop-dead gorgeous. They don't realize the &


MannequinsMannequins. A replica, a copy, a dummy A plastered smile suddenly changes To a fake look of ferociousness It doesnt succeed But they think they own Walking through town Trying to imitate The runway, the magazines, the modelsMannequins
No creativity What happened to the industry?
Where designs speak, Clothes reach out And grab their own attention Shopping was an art form
Now all you see Roaming free
Is a mannequin. A replica, a copy, a dummy A structure of no imagination No inspiration &nbs
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~( ^・ェ・^) <<Respice, prospice, adspice.>>
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Din, with her strong flaming arms, cultivated the land to create the earth.
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You better come clean because your friend just spilled the beans.
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I want to make something imagined, not recalled? But sometimes everything I write with the threadbare art of my eye seems a snapshot, lurid, rapid, garish, grouped, heightened from life, yet paralyzed by fact. - Epilogue, Robert Lowell
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*~*~*~Be yourself.... Imitation is Suicide~*~*~*
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Din, with her strong flaming arms, cultivated the land to create the earth.
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May Gusto Ako Sa Iyo. <3
-Nothing to say....
--Nothing to show...
---I am Nothing..
----So let me go.
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