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Jan. 24, 2007 The most beautiful woman in the world is there. Can you see her? Let me tell you a few things… She is not concerned with Christ on the cross. She has too much going for her in this life. She wears brown pants that are not jeans, but are sort of like jeans. The traditionalists, who are the generation born just before the boomers, call all such pants jeans. That is what she wears. She is white. There might be other things there, but she’d be classified as white. She is a reader. Who woulda thunk? Not highbrow stuff, but not trash either. Big books though. Four hundred pagers. Good contemporary literature, if there is such a thing. Interesting stories, orthodox tales. Very digestible. She presents well. She is what most aspire to be, without knowing exactly why or how. She is that. Her hair is shortish. What I mean by this is that it cannot be put in a ponytail, but there are long bangs that are pulled back and pinned. She is about five feet ten. She is slim, but not too slim. Her body is perfect, and of course it would be, since she is the most beautiful woman in the world. Her breasts are perfect. That is important. She has an ass. Now that sounds crude, but it isn’t. It means that her legs go all the way up. Very hard to explain in words. She has an ass and it is where it should be. She wears sweaters and leather jackets, and only some jewelry. She is just understated enough. Believe it or not, you might not notice her at all. Her name I don’t know, and never will. She is not for me, and trust me my friend, she is not for you, no matter who you are. She belongs to herself. She is contained. She is a full circle. This brings up other aspects… She made it through without many knocks or scars or traumas. She does not hide her pain. She doesn’t have much pain. She has soft brown eyes. Her hair color is indiscriminate, but it’s on the darker side. She walks but doesn’t hurry. She arrived a long time ago. The earth is for her. The gods chose her. She has already won. She will look at you. She has no problem with that. She neither hides nor flaunts her beauty. When she looks at you, it’s too much…too electric. You thought you wanted that, you dreamed of it…but when it happens you will question your self. You are in the presence of a goddess. What to do? Maybe in the summer time, in the middle of the robust August night, she wears shorts. That would be something. How come when she takes her jacket from the back of her chair and puts it on and stands up, it looks effortless? How come as she opens a door, you can never notice her actually open it? The rest of the world often struggles with doors, and chairs, and coats, and so many things. I wonder what she was like at twenty. At thirty? She is now almost forty, but no worry, you’d not even think of that if you saw her. If you glance back, through the Plexiglas night, in a world become weary, you can see her there for a moment. Her eyes. The side of her neck. Such things. It’s a monstrous night. Everything moves. She is still. You know Christ on the cross? You know what he said? He said it is “a movement and a rest.” Do you know what that means? A movement and a rest. It’s both things together. She is that. Time and eternity together, matched up and well oiled. Such strange things. But remember. It is a search to look for directions by which to describe the most beautiful woman in the world. She knows she is this way. Some people say that a woman’s beauty is ruined the moment she knows that she is beautiful. This is mostly true. But not in this case. I don’t know why though. Well, the most beautiful woman in the world is there. Do you see her now? Probably not. It’s not my fault though. Lets say this- she is not hot. She is warm. She doesn’t smile too much, which would normally not be good, but again, she is still victorious. There are others that come close to her…many others, but they are not she. She is she. She is she. There are many more things…but only two to be mentioned here. She has a certain amount, and one hates to bring this into it, but it is the way of things, - she has a certain amount of psychic power, and a certain amount of genius. The psychic power she would never identify as such. It is just a quick knowing through the eyes, but it is advanced. Know. Quicker than a flash and you know. She knows. The genius is wrapped up in this too. It just means leanness. A certain leanness of spirit means genius. Much mumbo jumbo, but its true. The most beautiful woman in the world. She puts on a coat and walks and talks and is a movement and a rest. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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