sunday, sunday, sunday.

me and my girlie-girl make art together.
she makes fresh to death paintings and illustrations,
& i make hand puppets.
make sure to get tattoed by us in boston in september.
you need some of that hot fire.
and don't forget:
you can check out (and BUY!) my art until september 15th at halcyon, in brooklyn.

sunday.
sun day.
sure it is.....
naturally,
the sun is not shining this sunday.
irony. ma nature's specialty...

i tattooed my friend glen, a.k.a. 'the weiner guy' today.
seriously,
he has a fully sleeved weiner.
admittedly, it's like a sleeved baby's arm, but still, it's NOT an arm, y'know???
from soup to nuts, ya'll;
even a little bit on the inside, sucka!
i get to do certain things, ya'll,
things that regular folks just don't.
it's those things that make all the difference.
an extraordinary, and extra-large life worth living.
with a few extra weiners thrown in for good measure.
sometimes it's volume, and sometimes it's inches,
but it's always all the way to eleven.
word.


talisman fever is raging.
104 luscious degrees.
never quiet, never soft....