Beauty Sensored

oh dear frustration and damned contemplation, and one of those other 'tions' that rhyme so eloquently, or ridiculously. i'm innocent in all of this, it's like ignorance is bliss, fullness, or something like that, i guess. anyway, beauty came upon me today, actually yesterday, well, maybe a few months back, memory i lack. all i know is beauty came upon me, and glimpsed my tranquility, the kind that cause you to squint, and say "are you talking to me"?, perhaps a little too aggressively. anyway, beauty called upon me like i said, like, like, like, wow really like, and explained how time is her friend, and that it's not good to play pretend. i was honestly honest, and somewhat taken aback, not by her words, but the shape in which they fit. the taste and the tone were somewhat experimental i must confess, after all, beauty was a f...ing mess. for example she shocked me when she said thank you and f... me simultaneously. perhaps shock isn't the right word, for all was plainly understood and secretly known and not substantially suppressed, and by the end of our conversation, and a hint of contemplation, i realized she was forthright and on top of her game...perhaps beauty will come by another day -