Chapter 25 keep seeing bare ass

Photos of bare buttocks do not have a particularly suitable place to appear. Some appeared between the car windows and windshield wipers, exuding a fragile breath that could catch a cold at any time; others lay quietly on the seat cushions of the subway, like shirts on an ironing board, waiting to be ironed by the ass of passengers. "I hope that one day I can settle down..." Even though it's just a photo of bare buttocks, there is a glimmer of hope in my heart. Most of the photos of bare buttocks I have kept have not experienced the stage of wandering, but they have traveled all kinds of roads before they came to my hands.

Some arrived in letters from strangers, others were found in notebooks lent to classmates and returned. The bare bottomed people in the photos, some are my friends, some are people I have never met, some are famous, some are beautiful but not famous.Of course, there are also people who are just drawn—famous, beautiful, completely unknown, impossible to be my friend. Wonderful things that often align with my face happen.Bare butt portraits being photographed, I always get the same one. Side nude, "The Boy Sitting by the Sea". A painter named Hippolyte Ferrandeyun painted it in the era called 1836, and it was collected in a house called the Louvre.

Why do people always send me "The Boy Sitting by the Sea"? Why do people who buy this card always think of giving it to me among so many cards made of world famous paintings?Or, whoever thinks of giving it to me, will always buy this card? Why is no one trying to steal the original of this painting and give it to me? I looked at the teenager in the painting. He arched his legs, hugged his knees, and sat on the rock with his face buried between his knees. His chest was thick and his thighs were thick, almost three times as thick as his arms. His eyes are closed, and I don't know what he's thinking, and I don't know what the painter wants him to think.

what am i thinking Whoever sent me this teenage nude, what did they want me to think? Obviously not something that I would want to sleep with. Although "The Boy Sitting by the Sea" has an extremely charming body, it doesn't smell like estrus hormones.In dream terms, this nudity is a dry dream, not a wet dream. It's obviously not something I want to be in love with either.Love is very passive and needs the other party's reaction; love is also very lax and needs the other party's personality; "The Boy Sitting by the Sea" is indeed the most beautiful portrait, but it is impossible to produce a reaction or develop a personality.The only thing I could fall in love with is the price of this nude.

Send me "The Boy Sitting by the Sea", it is possible, just let me think about it, lonely things. Burying your face with your naked body is not necessarily a sad look for the sake of loneliness.Many people who take this pose actually no longer care about loneliness.They only receive the gaze, but no longer respond to the gaze.To this world, he exists as a solid body; but to him, this world can be forgotten. Every painter draws the appearance of loneliness; every author thinks about the meaning of loneliness; every viewer completes loneliness. This is the biological chain of the Lonely Frontier.