I have always been fascinated with skin afflictions, boils, lesions, warts, scabs, etc. Dont ask me why because I cannot describe in detail my passion for festering skin mutations. However, I can tell you why such an abhorrent detail vegetates in my imagination. Skin, gloriously praised when silky and smooth like heavenly wine juices flowing from an Olympian mountain. Skin, abhorrently rejected when plagued with chaotic patterns of discolored, oozing, liquified patches of flesh. I happen to favor the latter. You see, I fucking am enthralled with the general's disdain. FUCKING GODDAMN LOVE IT WITH EVERY ATOM OF MY SOUL. It's beautiful to find an ugly face to be blessed with holes oozing with delicious pus fluid streaming down an average cheek. It's almost artistic. No, scratch that. It is the epitome of art. Every single of you mother fuckers here on Deviant Art need to stop your mediocre imaginative attempts in trying to realize your goal. You and I both know that your meager efforts cease to live up to your expectations. That's why I say unto you as a friend: Go contract a skin bacterial, viral, penile, whatever infection. You will then realize true art in its unadulterated form. You will be a walking canvas for your infection. The Elephant Man, godbless his soul, should be your idol. His name is in the books of history. You too can be like him. As a matter of fact, I think I'll go buy a plane ticket to New Jersery and live in the sewage system for awhile awaiting for my first beautiful mutated growth to appear on my face.