Why subscribe to suicide girls?
I would like to say the artist in me admires the exquisite forms; the symmetry and lines of confident, exquisite, unique women both taut and relaxed like strings on a guitar or an ancient handcrafted violin. The artist in me would say he enjoys the way black tattoos accent and add directions like artistic road signs on some, and colorful tattoos tickle the eye with beauty like wild flowers on a field.on others.
The artist in me might even mention the breath taking way piercings reflect light like stars, especially on the backdrop of a tantalizing areola or a playfully, pouting lip.
But I don't the think the artist in me has the right answer.
I might be hesitant to admit the voyeur in me basks in the glory of sorting through intimate images of myriad, incredible women like a shiek with a well oiled mustache lounging in an exotic desert palace.
The voyeur in me would say he enjoys the power of perusing and picking his favorite ripened fruits glistening in the sun vividly promising sweetness and satisfaction.
The voyeur might even share the secret pride of not being anonymous. Instead, proudly proclaiming he is watching and this is what he is.
But I don't think the voyeur in me has the right answer.
In fact, I don't think the answer is a complicated balance of words and emotion carefully crafted with the hope of drawing attention from admirers.
No.
The answer is simple.
Why subscribe to the suicide girls?
Because I like the pictures.
I would like to say the artist in me admires the exquisite forms; the symmetry and lines of confident, exquisite, unique women both taut and relaxed like strings on a guitar or an ancient handcrafted violin. The artist in me would say he enjoys the way black tattoos accent and add directions like artistic road signs on some, and colorful tattoos tickle the eye with beauty like wild flowers on a field.on others.
The artist in me might even mention the breath taking way piercings reflect light like stars, especially on the backdrop of a tantalizing areola or a playfully, pouting lip.
But I don't the think the artist in me has the right answer.
I might be hesitant to admit the voyeur in me basks in the glory of sorting through intimate images of myriad, incredible women like a shiek with a well oiled mustache lounging in an exotic desert palace.
The voyeur in me would say he enjoys the power of perusing and picking his favorite ripened fruits glistening in the sun vividly promising sweetness and satisfaction.
The voyeur might even share the secret pride of not being anonymous. Instead, proudly proclaiming he is watching and this is what he is.
But I don't think the voyeur in me has the right answer.
In fact, I don't think the answer is a complicated balance of words and emotion carefully crafted with the hope of drawing attention from admirers.
No.
The answer is simple.
Why subscribe to the suicide girls?
Because I like the pictures.
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