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April 4, 2008
Flesh just begs you for it, really. It is its own worst enemy; healing itself. A clear expanse of it will only exist to tempt you: just like how you have to draw those biro glasses on the famous people in magazines, and just like how you have to doodle all over exams papers, you have to mark unblemished skin. Thereís not even a fine line between mutilation and decoration with the body; itís really one and the same. Scars are pretty and inviting. Why else do you stare at them? Itís not repulsion, though you like to kid yourself.