lady face in In which our ignoble friend

Composed. not geometrically, just a series of lines, vaguely colored between. Pocked and scarred, fissures and craters where the rock of expression met a less than hard place. Gives the impression of dough, as though brutalized with inferior hybrid cutlery. Victim of Aggravated Sporking.

Failure to resile. Elastic fibre and fat wrecked by a million cloned, dilute smirks. Somewhere between RSI and erosion. Eventually a tiny singularity will form, down in that pit, and implode her head into the corner of that fucking anti smile.

For now though, it's mediocre selfies au go go.