shawn hebrank will be pleased.

duders,
i am upset.
my bestie is leaving for the hard-pounding heartland,
on his mutha-'ucking berfday.
yeah.
the cucch is ruining his special day for me, neighbors.
y'know what i mean?
yes, i know.
i know.
it's his birthday.
but if i have to have cake without him,
i'm not celebrating,
i'm just fat.
and that's a bummer.
awwwwwww, man.
how upset am i?
i'm SO upset that i'm actually posting tattoo pictures.
so, yeah,
i'm kinda out of sorts about it all.
the last two days, neighbors, have been all about the skulls.
yuuuup.
skulls.
a skull cover up,
a skull van gogh/sedaris treat,
and a manly skull monster.
prepare yourselves for the teleport:

have you an unwanted chinese gibberish mess??
bye-bye.
adding heavy metal segment heads is the answer.
or at least it is now, anyway.

ear-choppin', batsh!t crazy, impressionist jauns.
smoking skeleton-type jauns.
'when you are engulfed in flames', my ninjas.
that's a thing.
although i doubt very much it was the inspiration.

praying mantis forehead pearl mutant anemone-head.
c'mon.
taun-taun tooth tusks and everything.
it was as if i was a real tatblaster again,
if only for a few days.
i'm sure the penance for such an indulgent dose
will be hellacious at best, duders.
it may as well be....
without my special birthday friend,
i'll be wallowing in the swamp of sadness anyway.
*
sore hands are happening.
it's saturday night,
and i've got no plans.
linoleum blocks may have to happen.
no sense in wasting the momentum of makey-ness.
i'm blowing out candles,
and i'm on it all by my lonely.
hard styles, y'all.
i got 'em;
never quiet, never soft.....