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Saturday, January 15, 2022

in a nude

It's an interesting point you raise
"in the nude.” Are we ever really out
of the nude?
You can’t run out.
Covering up can’t get
you out - if anything, you’d
be enclosed further in. Nude

but trapped.
Unable to stop 
being completely nude 
- all wrapped up in law 
and clothes. Plus 
your humiliating social 
habit: a taboo collection 

you just can't quit observing. 

I need to work on the metaphysic
semantics of this and determine
(ok, decide) (ok, describe) what
being out of the nude would even
mean, and whether it’s humanly possible.

Okay. I decided. Doesn't matter! 

Even animals don’t get to get out
of the nude. Ew. Maybe
it’s when we die
and the flesh sloughs
off. Forget it,
I don’t want to know
that bad.

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