Nella rete di linee, In the network of lines

I am old, white gray, fold are limited. Teeth are still in there, in good condition for such a high age.
The camera makes me a young woman who is very similar to me. The computer graphics program smooths everything, characterized sees an eternal youth from verplüfend.
The irony peaked the Popart imitate what I moche never digest. I ask myself whether it is a provocation go to work? Anyway, stupid ideas are not always pests.