I want you to picture a lady – the most beautiful lady in the world. Helen of Troy, Snow White, Marilyn Monroe- this lady is just like those ladies, except she’s better. She has flowing blue hair that falls in ringlets to the floor. She wears a long blue dress and small heeled shoes because she is beautiful but also demure. She’s not hot, you freak. You sicko. She’s not sexy. She’s beautiful. You wouldn’t get it.
She’s smiling, despite your gross, sicko thoughts, because she knows that the only way to get rid of sicko freaks like you is to ignore them. And in the corner of her smile, sitting on her upper lip, is a smudge. It is blue. Maybe it’s a stray eyelash, or a bit of lipstick, or the beginnings of a moustache. Maybe it’s a bogey, just escaped from her nose. Maybe it’s all part of the smile.
