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A carpet of crawling ants scattered over my face creating an uncontrolled dark prickly black beard. My nose is hunched over like a hill and pointed at the end, with small oval shaped nostrils. Thick, wiry, tangled hair, which are my eyebrows. My eyes are as green as the tops of a newly grown tree. Paper thin rosy lips. Moss growing from a helmet is the image of my dark uncontrolled dark black hair. Pale, pasty sickening skin. Strapping broad shoulders. Tangled long worms covered in dirt, this is the unshaved hairs on my physically powerful fronted chest. Two long poles growing thick black hairs are my two over extended legs. I look in the mirror and this is what I see an image of a man who should never be set free.
Four pale green walls with peeling paint and open wholes. A minute window which lets in no air, blocking in the stench of Jason's malodorous B.O. Jason's a nice chap, not much of a looker though. A bird's nest of tangled black sticks all in knots is his uncombed nappy hair. Huge golf ball sized brown eyes, which dark pupils which grow in size whenever he smiles. He has a broad nose with perfectly rounded nostrils. He has full thick lips which show his African roots. He has half a set of bright highlighted yellow teeth. He has a small cubic zirconium hoop earring which he says his psychopathic grandmother gave him before she past away. He has a barrel chest which is covered in furry black balls which are the hairs on his huge chubby chest. He has short stumpy legs with hairs like a spiky cactus. He never sleeps on the top bunk because the unsteady bunk bed on the right hand wall wouldn't take his weight. My bunk has swamp green sheets and filthy featherless pillows. To the left hand wall is a small white basin with green moss growing around the edges. A step away is the toilet with a black ring surrounding the fractured lid. Doesn't seem like a true home, but it is, it's my home.