not the face, never that. never do i want to see that face again and feel those emotions. that wrenching. the sickness. the acid down my cheeks.
instead give me the real complexion, give me the sordid turbulenty, the twisting grain of life. give me the chaos. the ressurection, the reality of how it is, give me the pain the anguish the adoration the allowance of blood, love life sex, peace pain all. together one, impure and immortal.
give me life. let me liuve, let me ride.
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