thickness.
i love the thickness.
especially in sourdough toast every mornin'.
something about the stout and sturdy slabs of stuff
makes me get goin' good.
i like rhinos.
i like turtles.
i like tanks. (the mobile metal military monsters)
and all that kind of burly overbuilt battle beastliness.
maybe it's just overcompensation for being a spindly spidermonkey man,
or maybe not,
but either way,
the gargantuan gorilla girthiness of the thickness is how i get busy.
thickness, my ninjas,
is almost always better than thin.
that's word.
thick as thieves an' that.
that's on that ali baba jawns....
it's well nice an' all, ya'll.
recognize.
i had some time to span today.
i think i crammed three days worth of tattooing into six hours.
pretty much,
i shoved a whole heap of zappin' inside out.
and still managed to get busy squeezin' in some walk-ins.
hard work is in the works,
and there's only room at the inn for hard workers.
so that's how it goes.
today is jess's ma's berfday.
we munched up some tasty thai food to celebrate.
pan-fried chive dumplings!!!!
holy sh!t, mutha-uckas,
thems was greasy grit-grimy goodness embodied.
times are being had,
spanning those otherwise unbridgeable expanses,
one mighty miniature moment at a time.
never quiet, never soft....
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