moths.

tattooing is for A*-holes.
ouch.
that's a hard style.
but it's so true.
and no,
i don't mean that getting tattoos makes you a turd.
peoples getting tattooed pays
the note on my Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
so keep that part up, for sure.
i mean the tattooers.
duders are getting a little self-important, huh?
i'm sayin'.
doo-dooing this job is for...
uhhhhm, y'know,
the A*-holes.
really,
y'all ever met a bigger batch of stretched-out onion rings?
believe it.
what's the lamest thing about pro wrestling?
obviously,
it's FAKE.
same thing with tattooers.
lots and lots of rah-rah-rah show-offery,
lots of sparkles and smoke,
but little substance.
remember back in the good ol' days?
hacksaw jim duggan?
big john stud?
george the animal steele?
c'mon.
no glistening oily muscles.
no fireworks.
no complicated dramatic story arcs.
just fat dudes handin' out some lumpin'.
we need more of that in tatzappin'.
the lumpin' distribution,
not the obesity.
go easy on all the fancy nancypants sh!t-
i'm just sayin',
we're barbarian viking battle-bards,
not pirates.
c'mon.
what happened?
all of a sudden i don't even recognize it anymore.
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for serious, ninjas;
what's the big goal in all of this?
more work. more money. less everything else?
all so a bunch of duders who do the same job
can agree that you're good at it?
okay.
then what?
i'm just not feelin' it.
i'm tryin' to live, son.
not work.
just be dope.
or F* right off.
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it all rolls back to moths and butterflies.
over and over.
the biggest and most beautifullest flutterers
stay safe by being totally noxious on the inside.
(...or by imitating the poisonous ones.)
i mean,
am i right or am i right or am i right?
meanwhile,
the dark, dirty, woodsly tree-bark-lookin' hairy ones
get just as busy when nobody's watchin'.
save that pretty-lookin' putrescence for the waterbabies.
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i'm on that moth-man meat-paw wrasslin' action.
club fisted, ham-handed, brutal, barbarian, really real sh!t.
where's all my ugly, hard-workin' tatty-folk at?
heeeeeeey-o!
keep it up, ya'll.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
no way.
you're a barbarian art-wrestler,
all storm, and no rainbow.
maybe it's just the weather,
or maybe it's the full moon,
it might even be the stuffy nose,
but whatever the reason,
i'm on a mission-
art-wrestling. 1.2.3.
steel cage style;
never quiet, never soft.....