eventually, what do we have Friday for, either than
being tendered under the oils and massages of my
favorite esthetic salon with a strange healing mask on my face?
i would rise up a monologue about masks, but you know still
it is that easy as breathing to being accustomed when you are onto it.
and i have been taught that much about choosing a right mask away.

one wonderful thing about aesthetics is that you can apply it onto yourself.
thousand years of practice, another thousand years to define the refined.
i mean, okay.

there is still Mikelangelo, waiting up in Ueno.
but i keep telling myself, i do not admire sculpture that much.
queen of aesthetics. could i actually choose?
...
those blueberry menthol cigarettes are to die for.