

Boris the ManskinnerWhen you skin a man you’ll find he peels like ripening fruit. He will scream when he has nothing to confess; pay no mind when you hear him. If he speaks, his words do not equal our words. The ineffable skinning is key. The cryptography of silence urges care in the carving. Between the shoulder blades and the base of the skull lies an area of exquisite tenderness. Here, the skin is a folding map stretching across the back each curve a lesson in the nature of geodesics. &nbsBoris the Manskinner
Indecision
Thanx for the fave on Indecision
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