Faux Filter

I do not use filters.  I rarely operate cameras.  Why reassure my existence?  My beauty touches?  To remember who I am and not with each click and flash of that judgemental, dark pool of an eye.  It labels you like an animal.  Unlike a portrait, It doesn't portray the fantasy of the artist, but the depised realities.  Desires of what you don't have, and disgusts of what you don't lack.  Remember this, and remember this well: Each photo is a gamble, whether you like the shot or the latter, it's importance of matter will lie ultimately to.....you.

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