And finally, she has a dermatitis on the fingers of her right hand, a dermatitis that is unique to the linoleum factory workers in Burntisland.

She's getting under my skin.

Or to save my skin.

I almost took my skin off!

My mangled body flew in one direction, my mangled bike flew in the other.

An infection ravaged my skin.

And finally, she has a dermatitis on the fingers of her right hand, a dermatitis that is unique to the linoleum factory workers in Burntisland.

Short fur that keeps my skin cool.

I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.

My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

That's my skin right there. This is not a Hollywood special effect.

Nah! My hide was full of that stuff on the last trip.

Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar.

Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar

This may be my last hot breakfast so can I eat in peace?

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God

That really is my skin. That is not a Hollywood special effect.

I'm going to pierce my skin and run this needle through to the other side.

He had high leather boots, jodhpurs, an old leather jacket, a wonderful helmet and those marvelous goggles and, inevitably, a white scarf, to flow in the wind.

She was snowbound, with the mumps.

I couldn't shake him off. And, finally, he kind of got under my skin.

Breaking out behind the ears.

And then I said, Ben, here, and I gave him my arm, and I let him smell my skin.

The prime minister, Michel Debré, was sent to Algiers, but the rebels treated him contemptuously, and he flew back empty handed.

And she said Ben, you can smell my skin, and you can see with your smell.

I saw the signature hive like rash appear on my legs, which is a side effect of the medication, and I knew I'd be okay.

OK, and then just through my skin a tiny bit, and then out the other side like this.

So today, I'm collecting what I shed or slough off my hair, skin and nails and I'm feeding these to edible mushrooms.

I have no joy of this contract to night It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden

He is reportedly suffering from skin and eye infections and kidney disease.

He had high leather boots, jodhpurs, an old leather jacket, a wonderful helmet and those marvelous goggles and, inevitably, a white scarf, to flow in the wind.

Thankfully, in a few minutes, I saw the signature hive like rash appear on my legs, which is a side effect of the medication, and I knew I'd be okay.

The blue jacket I have to guard it with my life. I have to it belongs to my brother Aghyad who wanted to wear it that day but couldn t find either it, or me. This thought was the straw I clutched at the hope that I would get out for the sake of my brother and his jacket.