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Death of a Rose
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Other than to paint what I feel upon it.
Make it resemble my thoughts of what I will feel throughout this life. Forget those that can't see through a simple act of pain and beauty, that the more I scarify my skin, the more complete I am. History through a singular event, a story for only those that comprehend.
People paint, write prose, maybe a mark at this time.
But a more personal feeling cannot be had to express a feeling upon ones own skin.
I love tattoo's, indelible, unique (for the most part), a strangeness that expresses oneself.
So what else is my skin for;
Hurt? Scars? Touching? Nerve centers, based upon the reaction time between a sense and the synapse of that reaction time.
Largest organ of the body readers.
Let it express everything you have.
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