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We'll all be wearing our second skins, Rubbered up and free from alien-agents. Masked up and sealed inside – Kissing a second layer, Genitals caged and wrapped in pipe wires, Brain to belly and back again. The coming age is clean – Intolerant of dirt. Our windows will look out onto a mirrored ideal. There will be no actual outside view – There will be no streets or houses, Trees and plants – All will be Whatever you choose. Are objects transformative? Does an object offer a genuine opportunity to debase oneself? Isn't this somewhere around the borderline where Necrophilia puts a hand up. Do talismanic objects subjugate And do objects that subjugate offer a lens into, I wouldn't say perversion, I would say alternation. There is nothing left to pervert. It's already with us – Everything is here, We don't need more.