Flesh World – The Wild Animals in My Life (in pictures) Flesh World – The Wild Animals in My Life (in pictures)

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Author’s Note: It’s been a long, lost weekend. Two or three, I suppose. Teeth out. Pills in. Grind, suffer, succumb. Repeat. It’s been a time for reflection. A time to reconsider the skin and the way I’m spent in it. A somber seance, in flashes but also a celebration of the here and there and then and NOW! that I’ve come to collect and hold dear through fortune and folly and one decidedly concentrated M (a gift in any context). All that said, what’s pictured here is an evening unsupervised, neck deep in the grist of worry and boozing self-satisfactory nonsense called up just after the sun sets but before the irascible itch of the next sets in. It feels lovely, on reflection. Damned, stupid and deliciously true.



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