Bio
Celine is upon her quest, journeying to the Tech Museum, about to be picked from the Vietnamese Center. There is no buffer, just time and time again she proves effortless, and happy. She is on a mission to be happy. She is big as ballon’s flying up in the air. She’s as elated as chocolate chip cookies for a toddler. She is maximizing like thin air turning to dust! She’s been as red as cherries, but she’s as tan as the sand on the beach! Thanks to the ridiculous foods she eats, like a bottomless pit of pineapples.
She had cracked skin opened on her face like scars to the bone. Except light and superficial, not cut deep. Dry as the desert, she doesn’t like to compensate water for replenishment from lotion or the light sheen of the fatty coconut oil. She refuses and refuses, until no one says a word. But there’s no such thing. Cracked and bloody she scratches, without a need for needless cream or ointment, something she doesn’t believe in.