/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

>>2236247
I understand the sentiment. I've read once that man would be desensitized to the appeals of sex in our modern age. I felt as though I represent part of that statistic. The appeal of reality in my youth was because I was naive and could only appreciate it from afar. As time changed, the eroticism of reality became a social norm. Then too did my thirst thirst for lust.

I found myself eluding the scheme of breasts. If a pair were fall upon me, I would expel it out of my domain. I would only hunt for what was not there. Was it my love for minimalism? Did I have shit taste? I'll never know but the impotent demon tore through me as if I had done him wrong. Such a lust for revenge. I was split in two with a peculiar etching. My head told me it was wrong but the other spoke the opposite. It took some aggressive thinking but I understood.