The Big Bang Theory

I think it’s right that I start this embodiment of art “Tronie” begins with one of my strongest beliefs, of course with your permission I’ll proceed.

Immortalized through the screen we see a lushest platinum blonde, aquatic eyed young woman popped with the color of ruby, rose, and maroon stroked upon her lips wearing a gorgeous life worthy valentine color dress the woman is performing a slow tempting act dancing as her iris is fixed gazing into the camera lens

I would compare this temptress to a young gazelle eyes soft and luring, just until static fills the screen

“She’s A Star Isn’t She”

the bartender is closing up the cold man is at an empty bar grabs his jacket walks out the front door the crisp air taps his euphoric nerves and all he can do is admire the lights above, constellations carries a elegance and charm for nights like this that does no harm with snow from the previous clockwork plastered to the concrete and all he could think was above the stars.

Why do they exist? What do they represent?

As he arrived into his apartment he took hold of his pen and settled in on his balcony flicking his lighter burning his cigarette clicking his pen he begins

Morality has been conquered in this modern age when a star is ignited the energy always lives as I turn on the television I cannot vision blinded by stars from presidents, melodic blends, actress, actors, men, women, children so many stars may burnout but their influence lives offsprings of celestials the cycle of creation,

weather I see a young aquatic dancer rolling her hips, an actress enacting her scripts, a musician using their lips,

Its magic every individual with a star within but some handlers blend with alchemist making their stars form impact time shifts,

now I ask if you were immortal how would you live?