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Body of Lies

Upon the font of a photograph the full frontal magazine slick press and press up muscles in paper cut the shape the form the make up exponent of the elastic wonder push up Squeeze the stone for one drop of inspirations blood should look like that should program to that such a tailored beauty to ripple succulent in proportions sexual defines this image by its subtlety And each craving fad of a plastered ad for the supine dictator upon a screen a magazine leads all to unwarranted perfection flawless individual attention to a colourless world in the mirrors domain of one reflection Saved by digital contortion a world of demographic fashion think feel appeal fit the puzzle of the peg into a brand and live by its label be an individual Body image of a photograph the full frontal publisher designs its cancer press up to muscles up in paper cut the shape the form be made up in make up elastic wonder of who they are not Dissatisfaction for the promises of lies those celluloid images of the selective prize lay one ounce of fat one judgments depiction of the ugly sneers aloof in disdainful cruelty and by its body sells the destruction and construction of individuality

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Date: 8/26/2019 1:49:00 PM
Hello Collin Mitchell Williams, yes i do agree that cancer is ugly. I feel that there should be a cure for all types of cancer. My sister has Lung cancer.Have a nice day my friend.
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Colin Mitchell Williams
Date: 10/23/2019 5:29:00 PM
Hi Darlene, yes cancer is ugly, my mother died at a very early age from a brain tumor. It is indeed a traumatic thing to watch and to have, no less traumatic for those who have to go through it with the people who have it. I also wish you a nice day. ... ps cures for cancer do exist, we just aren't told about them, we have to find out for ourselves.

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