How does it feel to be one of the beautiful...?

really now....how does it feel to be one of the beautiful? how does it feel to be stared at...? gazed at...? devoured by luscious hungry eyes? ... the object of perfect lust for complete strangers? and how perfectly narcissistic and shallow is this goal ? veeeeery.... i know... but now....try and picture all this times two... twice as antagonistic... twice as vain and luscious... twice as debauched... so perfectly twice in twice. Besides being surrounded by "mongrels" who u look down on like insignificantly insignificants, besides the air of cherry smoke enveloping the monocromes, besides all this is just dancefloor sex and nothing more. why is it that we love being the object of such desire and yet seem so unreachable to mere mortals? what do you feel like when u see such two beings putting on a show, a display of themselves, a display of incomprehensible antithesis ... a display of iresolute power over the weak-spirited? Does it plunge you into despair, does it purge you of any drop of normality and morality left in you?...well, does it?
ok, now, apart from the thrilling aestheticly-philosiphical aspect.... why do the spur-of-the-moment things turn out to be the best? why does planning ahead never really work out the way you think it will? so... after so much trouble with fate and the tragic forces of ancient Greece trying to turn your life to chaos why not go with the flow, why not live that moment as if it could be your last...why not get in a car and go wherever you decided to just a second ago? this is what you'd call carpe diem and it usually turns out to have the most unexpected results...generally good ones...and never make plans to get up early in the morning for you shall only fail to do so...you can just wake up eventually and realize that nothing of significant magnitude happened while ...asleep.
this post was implicity white and explicitly black, because they are twice as better together ...