Our naked physiology is a mysteriously true manifestation of our soul -- in plain view for all to see what lies beneath... for the sheath lies not -- and the disease of neurosi breathes with ease through the bones and flesh and in pigment and in death -- each curve tells a story within a story and each protrusion an allusion to the man or woman apart from the space that lies between us... space sandwiched by oceans of sealed flesh posed fresh with each new day and swelled anew with each new sway of what our mouths have yet to dispell or could possibly know how to say.
-- TheFLY
FUCK YOU ALL!
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...from the nectar of the Bone flows all that clicks...