Once you have Skinner installed, load it up and you will be presented with the main window as shown in figure 1. This handy little application allows you to work with a variety of template skins that can use a custom image of your own design as the background.
#Winamp skin skin#
There is a much easier way to build your own skins using a specialised shareware utility called "Winamp Skin Maker" (or "Skinner") that makes the procedure much easier. If you are not much of a graphic designer, however, don't worry.
#Winamp skin full#
If you are willing to give it a go, a full tutorial is available here. Although simple, the process is fairly laborious, and can involve quite a lot of fiddly tweaking and a certain amount of experience to get professional results.
#Winamp skin how to#
The base skin incorporates fifteen bitmaps as well as numerous cursors and a script file that instructs Winamp how to use the various files.
#Winamp skin pro#
All you need is an image editor such as Photoshop or Paint Shop Pro and the Winamp base skin', which you can download from the Winamp site. What was the point of warning her that I might dissolve in the process? I was going to do it.Making your own customised Winamp skins' is a fairly straightforward procedure. She tugged at my hair, and kissed me with her eyes closed, all over my face, and quite suddenly I realized with a shock that my beard and mustache were on my face.īut I had to do it. They can make me look young, but they can't save my life. She kissed my beard, kissing it along the bone of my jaw.It's hormones and modern science I have a woman's chemicals inside me, that's all. It's all drugs, my love, she said, as though feeling my wonder. One lapse in my will, one drifting into pride in my physical self, and the hair had come. No, she said.Bring it back I couldn't quite figure this out, why the hair had come of its own, but that was the whole story so far, my body came on its own, and in its own form. I had my hands beneath her small backside, and cuddled it. Sweet God, she whispered, kissing me all over my face. The angles of her face were tight and delicate and precise in the dimness. Yes, I said,God, capricious as He is he lavished his blessings on you and on your daughter, Esther. Even the bones of her wrists were beautiful. I felt the moist thin silkiness of her skin, not healthy in a woman too thin, yet delicious. I brought my fingers to my nostrils.Īnd you were the last thing, she breathed into my ear, her hands clawing gently at my back.You were the last thing she saw. It was like fruit between her legs, like peaches or plums, it was just wet enough.
It was not that the death attracted me it was that it made her all the more precious, something to be lost in a moment. For the first time I heard a waterfall, its gentle trickle, and then I listened to the sound of water touching leaves, but my body was an engine of desire, and what drove me was her naked breasts, rather small, with the pink nipples of a girl, and the smell of death, rising sweet like a crushing lily. I kissed the calves of her legs, her thighs. Though suddenly aware of a fatigue from all the night's tricks, I nevertheless told my clothes to assemble themselves nearby and await my command. I stretched out my arms and looked up at the sky. Her silver-and-black hair made a rumpled mass down her back and displayed a long neck. She sat up on the bed, her breasts amazingly firm, and the pink nipples turned up.
Instead I let her bury her face in the hair of my chest, and kiss my nipples, and the pleasure went right to my loins. I took a long breath, feeling the toll of all this changing and magic, but I was as hard as a statue for her.
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