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NEW YORK - A SHORT TREATISE ON THE MODERN NUDE


Photo booth cam is an utterly lonely party—a dingy, blue-tinged visual about lonely, modern life. However, it's amassed me a skanky library of my own beaver shots. Come on, you've got them too! Right? Well, amidst all the various tilted head, mouth slightly agape, sex-face pics, are SO WRONG snaps of myself unveiling my butthole to the cam.

The photo adventure begins totally under the influence of weed and wine. This is the transcendental potion! It's the chemistry that arouses the enlightenment that soul and flesh are separate. We're all just rollin' inside the homo sapien skin-ship. The reality of possessing a body becomes just an observance of epidermal landscapes.The pussy metamorphosizes into a fascinatiing little opening to a macrocosmic infinitus of spirit vapors. The booty hole becomes the less traversed "long way" into the psyche's miasma. Transcend your shit and check out the scenery!

I guess my late night lonesome, drunken, stoner television IS my own butthole ogling back at me. Apparently it's set to my favorite channel, because most mornings I settle in, coffee cup having just alighted, and check on my previous evening's photo sesh. Most, if not all, are endless and various twat analysis and bunz-hole research pics. Whats worse, Im not even going for sex face. I look like a slightly inquisitive Ziggy because the angle just makes me ALL nose.

ADRIANE SCHRAMM