All revolutionary movements create their own ways of [facing].
A face is made up.
A face begins in reverse.
A face equals an approximate half-second.
A face looks to be ever on the edge of death, ha.
A face met repeatedly reforms itself into visual static.
The face composed of polemical chant. Observational riff. Trivial blather.
The emoji with the megaseed up its ass: the representation of a face is also a face.
The sun is the prototype face, incinerated of any likeness.
Asteroid head, peninsula nose. Spectral sketch of a pre-person, sum of non-normative math:
1 + 1 = 1.
A face zigzags disruptive inquiry.
A face, jealous and fatigued, tics with nervous energy.
A face is a desertion of logic.
A happy face is a sentimental pimp.
A sad face wears a veil of words.
The face buys ad space at the cost of x number of honest moments per.
A face is a request distorted with an effects pedal.
Face is a font.
A particular type.
The obverse of a coin.
An aspect of.
Vertical or sloping.
The distinctive side.
Moon or planet.
The face as its own way of seeing.
If a face has two eyes, a nose and a mouth, it is patterned as a replicant.
As a seen.
A jaunt observed.
A face is the refusal of what exists behind the face.
A face thinks itself an extension of the voice.
A face exclaims in bone distribution.
An unbeautiful face is the more purposeful flesh.
What it will mean to not take a picture of this moment.
Links, anecdotes, mountaintops, shorelines, fake news, pets, bitchiness, memories, the future.
A face absorbs.
My face, a foot and half from the screen, asks to be included.
Exclude me, it says.
To become visible to oneself the self must divide.
At night my face lures. A lighthouse beacon, a distant shard of bone-rock sharpened on home and danger. During the day I avoid it at all costs.
Faces that offer no sad resonance or unattainable affability will expand exponentially in popularity and uselessness.
The flesh of the face will be replaced with the text of the face.
As the face ages it learns what it means to be “a face.”
A face begins with a quotation.
Eyebrows are objects of instruction.
Face-text proposes the face as the messenger of both its liberation and enslavement.
In the age of faces, a face lacks relevance.
What it will mean to raise a child who possesses a face.
Beauty is a seed overwatered.
A face fills its timeline with self-extrapolations.
A face feels nothing about its circumstance.
The face does not fear its faceness.
An emoji face is the purest expression of face-text.
The poop emoji is the most butt face.
Net-states are the answer to geopolitical dissension.
Net-states are the logical progression toward the formulation of an advertising model that mirrors the synthetic opioid.
The face comments.
The status of the face conceives the face via artificial insemination.
The face is a diarrhea of the self. Radical ugly.
The face brands a presence with an aura of personhood.
The curated self.
Face-text misunderstands the medium.
A face is a mutation of the sensate.
A face is a touch that thinks.
The parameters cannot be edited. Or, editing the parameters restructures the profile into a state of classic ambivalence.
Simple and obvious and inevitable.
In the context of a photograph a face inhabits all the faces grouped around it.
Selfies are the bookmarks of face-text.
Written, built and unbuilt, survived.
Your face is your afterlife.
A face poses an omnipresent distraction.
I got 99 problems but a face ain’t one.
A face is the acronym of the person.
An opened book feels the face observing it.
All emojis are timestamped.
A face manifests the interior of a space occupied by an exterior.
The face is defined by its metadata.
Is built of negations.
Sometimes the face doesn’t use its turn signal just to be a bitch.
Kiss the plastic face of your favorite kid-doll.
Plastic like a second skin on your tongue.
In the way “We brought delicious taste to natural ham” is a negation of the natural.
Of the ham.
The face politics its attention.
The face tags attention to its politics.
The face stretches along the y axis. The x axis is a sleep study.
The face is only a problem if you believe in self-expression, creative freedom, face-text as a linguistic paradigm shift, the First Amendment, God, etc.
Usage denotes redaction. Self and otherwise.
Facial recognition algorithms.
Cameras that employ facial recognition algorithms.
Surveillance cameras that employ facial recognition algorithms.
Racist facial recognition algorithms.
To negate the image.
To see in a way that mirrors the prototype of seeing.
The book fissures the eye; the fissured eye misunderstands its container.
Face-text is a gravestone scattered across time.
Light is an object that dispenses gravity.
Face-text lives in the light. Is a light body.
Mark Zuckerberg is the most successful comedian in the history of the world.
Memoir intuits the collapse of culture.
A culture obsessed with memoir believes in the myth of its supremacy. Such a culture exists only in myth.
Face-text is memoir of the non-essential.
A non-essential mythology is the comedian that made you laugh, but whose act an hour later you can’t remember.
At least you laughed.
The face is as much as a plump pair of breasts or firm buttocks.
As breasts & buttocks are assigned face value.
If your face was on the outside.
The dissemination of faces speaks to our preference for hypotheticals.
A face is nonfiction without content.
The disbelief machine hollowing out the life you believed you were living.
Filters are the fonts of face-text.
To the uninitiated, a face appears as a spatial plane riddled with holes.
Say, a valley.
Or an expunged positive charge. The absent electron.
In the face we believe.
In demanding our belief, the face directs us toward disbelief.
A catalog of misdirections.
If you find yourself at the age where you can’t handle the responsibility of being a Spiderman.
Every image is the only image.
Every face the contradicted face.
The sleeping face of an innocent is denied its innocence.
Face-text repeats itself for a deliciously long time. Until it is no longer itself. Until it is all possible avenues of self. Until it is one self costumed in the redundancy of days.
Face-text is a construct of post behavior.
Post behavior: a tendency to post frequently.
Post-behavior: the eradication of physicality due to persistent internetedness.
Face-text is a tremendous acceleration toward outliving our lives.
The face needs its moment of loneliness.
The face in the wood grain of my kitchen cabinet.
The face digests story.
Face-text is storyboard.
Face-text is a slab of meat with mittens.
Face-text is fact under attack.
Face-text disseminates false accounts of the dissemination of false information.
A face reads. Face-text is read. Face-text reads the face reading it.
Face-text is the face reimagined as distraction.
A face is a death sentence.
Is both sides of a blank coin.
A face is vulnerable.
Face-text utilizes the technique of vulnerability.
Aiming for the hairstyle.
The face is a form that eradicates formalities.
The machines have chosen you.
Manipulation made me.
I have two faces on the right.
Pretend the face is teeth.
The boundaries of intimacy begin at the boundaries of expression.
Backdrop, clothing, positioning. An accident of shadow, they say. A fluttering of cloth. Yes, she is, we explain. As if needing to convince ourselves. As if needing an excuse to talk.
Face-text a red tiger stalking a page torn from the Bible.
A face like the vasculature of an apple.
Poetry is made of the face that cares nothing of poetry.
A skull is a face that cares nothing of flesh.
Face full of arrows.
The face wanna do it.
The face fucking loves toast.
The face forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise.
Face-text imitates the dance of wounds.
I’ve been we intruded.
Absence of imagination is the new imagination.
The face is a tree that’s been compressed into only its uppermost branches.
Face-text is a chimney of stacked stone, no smoke.
Face-text = head candy.
Two faces make up in the back.
Face-text is stuck to the phone with a seal.
The face is a call phone.
I looked back at my own life like a face.
A mistake search.
A face is annoying. It was fun.
A face fulfills the dream by deciding its own goal. Nothing!
I’m thinking of a sentence like your uncle’s email.
The blunt bangs.
A hat of rain embroidery on cat motion.
Face-text seems to mean super art.
The face is absolutely going.
Face-text wants to live with the respect of honest feelings.
Face-text is pretty visible from the stage.
Face like your strange uncle who is always dropping spoilers.
The face, like most crows, is dyslexic.
Face-text wants to make sure it doesn’t get fooled by believing in its instincts.
Might I suggest the exact opposite?
You wake up wondering where the face has been, where it’s going. How much of you remains?
The face dissolves. The dissolve dissolves.
To solve for x, add text.