NO WEAKLINGS ALLOWED!! this is my feet coming out of their skin cocoons… a transformation, if you will. I wanted a new flesh. A new me. A new start. And now the skin is falling of my gottdang feet. watch me reveal my skin flakes in an explosion of flesh confetti. time to admire these decaying flaps of skin that could wave like the nation’s flag in a light breeze. I pick off the bigger pieces and put them in a pile just for you. are you STRONG enough to handle my special homemade sprinkles? my crunchy toots? my DNA dust?