A face to face the mirror

A hundred faces styled just the same

Live action renders of superficiality

Symmetry everywhere

Character caricatured by trend

Tell me that I’m pretty

That I’m worth wanting

That my intellect, my ambition, my art are validated by your desire to fuck me

Somewhere behind the words there is possibility

One day, I won’t have to be appealing

The definition of perfection wrested from the hands of consumption

Returned, to nature

A world of beings divorced from the notion of sex as trade

Art, the language

Transcendent beyond the triviality of skin

Expression the apotheosis of humanity

Until then

Painting the armor of honesty if not beauty

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