A cum stained victory for the avant-garde,
throw away your cameras
and embrace the lens of the soul.

Prettiness does not define talent.
How can a stoic face define the myriad of human emotions?
A lifeless motif of the status-ho.

Individuality seeps like semen upon a blood stained carcass.
Trickles of truth, like tears upon a false-face.
One cannot spell life without lie.

Smash the camera of conformity
and embrace your humanity.
Live each moment with the world as your stage.

An orgy, an aura, an experience.
Truth is found in an impactful spunk-bullet.