BLOG NUMBER SIXTY-TWO: ON THE TURD DAY OF CHRISTMAS...

Unlimited Stimming Redux by Steven Holding.

Multiple stints in solitary confinement taught him many things, not least how easy a fingerprint could be played, like phonograph upon gramophone, single un-plucked hair on tragus acting as an aural stylus, gripped by the whorls and loops of the friction ridge as his criminal record echoed clearly in ear, scratched then remixed. Such a sensual feast, this festival of self-celebration would become an endless orgy, every lump, bump and nubbin cratering his shaven scalp a phrenologists site map of multiple stages, boils and spots a braille setlist of unsung songs. That he was headlining was never a well-kept secret.