Faces , and the faces that the faces wear . It’s a put on . In this new world , this future age , we can carry extra faces and around every corner we can open our face bag and exchange one face for another . Look , up the street is a man who’s face doesn’t match his gait . It is a wonky and aimless way he ambles in and amongst the crowd , while his face is confident and goal orientated . We meet , and we trade legs . Now our legs match our faces . Today is Tuesday , I think my old Tuesday face no longer reflects my modern Tuesday sensibility , so I’m going to the face store , Faces , for a one of those popular faddish faces . And a cappuccino . Face you later .
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