Nowadays I don’t see faces anymore,
I see the legs, the hands, the fingers, the small scar beside the third nail,
I see these and I assume a face.
It helps me…it helps me see the world in a noir delusion…
The depth of the sea…it’s in the old man who is deprived of nothing other than wild sex,
I always see him touching his thighs with women’s assess… civilization has always come from the barrel of entrancing ejaculations…
It’s true.
I remember I saw the first pussy and I thought, is this enough to get lost?
It surely was…it still is…but still people take satisfaction as violation of Independence.
I still don’t see the faces…and I still feel one day people will try to find meaning in hands and legs also.

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Photograph: mrsiraphol.