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Flesh became word, word begets life, skin stretches thin,
worn and weathered, this leather, eaten by time, wears me,
I wear it, and still, it keeps my organs in.
For that, I am not so naked.
posted by sirbarrett at 6:29 p.m.
Compulsive serioso and occasional humourist. Aspiring musician, believer, satirist, pantheist and friend. Someone who's interested in writing for its social function and because it's a damn good way to vent. Combining the elements of investigation, computer art, social criticism and analysis, I want to create a monster that walks and talks on its own, vulnerable to the same "slings and arrows" of us all.
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5 Comments:
mmmmmm, skin. it grabs you straight away.
MY MY MY this is hot!!!!!!!!!!! Happy HNT Sir B!
cool shots barrett! all mysterious because they are not so obvious and the color and angles make them look amazing!!
God, B! That's sexy!
very very cool hnt...totally diggin on it.
i love male flesh. it's always a treat. :)
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