a social predicate of growth and decay, popularity, solace and stagnation. where orgasms are worth nothing and all signs of life are impure, wasteful and contrary to aesthetic hysteria or advert fantasia, there is no oasis in the desert of a used body.
the underside of desirous eyes, a disastrous oversight of all that is beauty in being alive. glaring looks urge to cull off some seed, eminate of their unscrupulous times of acid binge. alike glancing blows and sunk away flesh on their super-self-conscious, unsuspecting foes.
the subjects of a boys' bogged mind, are ornamental specimens, likely to never chance a clean spring. if this is the context in that they should meat each other.
just wanting to be scene some may say, but it is clear she just wants to be see through.
Poor thing. I appreciate the message here, if I'm getting it right. I'm no good at expressing it in words, though. For me it's a nice contrast to so much of the female imagery in our everyday culture. It makes me wonder how she got there... Beautifully done.