beauties Q Beauties He's growing up, rebelling, and discovering the beauties of things: not shaving, kisses in French dressing, grass, and condoms as other than balloon flowers. Soon he'll grow sophisticated and not be found out so often. It embarrasses everybody, his loves - he insists truly in numbers' faces that smile and varieties' that laugh - even him, when he's awake, and his mom, and the bail's becoming excessive, adjusted for inflation. He does like books rarer than raw, draws modernly, and beats a wicked drum as with a magical tongue. He dances magnetically. He shows no interest in the masses' opiate or any brand but beautiful. © 2000 000921 what's it to you? who go blather from