Why has it become so hard to love - gawk and admire - raw innicent flesh with its finely spun contours over bones and hollows. There is something very odd to invite the look when the original body seem a taboo to look at and relish. After all will a sky tattooed - even if one did the part that 'belonged' to her assuming each person on earth gets a unique 'solid angle' position in space as cosmologist measure, won;t something will be lost from the sky EVEN though it belonged to YOU.

I thing before we reach for ink or pin, we need to sit with ourselves and ask: Why?

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