really its a joke
: from feeble spirited miscreants who lack any soulful luster but can compensate for a ornate veneer once one dabbles in debauchery they are forever stained by its addicting high
so out they look
and out the find
sad sorry people inside
its because the mirror shows them a face they find terribly frightening
something they they themselves cannot behold as art divinely orchestrated
it must be manipulated
and twisted
and pierced
and bleached
and stained
and shaved
to be acceptable
so that it is acceptable to the world

then only is it acceptable to them

that is why i cannot stand the bastards of tenuous hearts and even weaker minds