Friday, November 5, 2010


Who are you wearing? I'm wearing me. This skin is my costume, a disguise all can see. We dress up to stand out, kick back or fit in, but the outfit means nothing without you within. You pretend that you are what you wish that you were, which reveals what you're like, or so we can infer. 

Whether half-stripped risque or wrapped tight in a sheath, every costume reveals that we're nude underneath.

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