[the fascination with Satan in the 90’s
is how fascinated I am 
with how easy it will be
to forget 
celebrities if we are to keep these masks on our faces indefinitely, or will we?]

it also reminds me how grateful I am
for the ability to envy beauty 
yet remain completely unattractive, —I mean unattached.

imagine all the people it would take to fill the void inside a beautiful gaping body?
imagine how desperate we all feel collectively at this moment?
imagine all the things we’d be doing if none of this would’ve happened?
imagine how stupid we’d look?
imagine how stupid we’ve been?
imagine?