Air brush, air brush, air brush.

I just keep telling myself it's just a fantasy, it's not the real thing. Flesh. Oh the appeal, the delight the thrill.

Why was Paul so against the flesh?

A mere image, perhaps. Not a lie, but not the full truth. Should we settle or attempt to transcend to an ethereal place we're not sure exists?

A tease? Can you smell her hair like he does? Where is there safety?

They call it Hollywood. Is anything real there? Imperfections are replaced with plastic. Nip, tuck, airbrush.

If I can't have her soul, can I have her body? If not her body, can I have the fantasy?