failing background checks.

oh don't worry, neighbors.
the background i'm always lacking is
only in tattoos i bombzap on folks.
i activated one today, in fact-

uh-huh.
year of the F*ing dragon, y'all.
and not one speck of background noise.
teleport some more?
okay, then;
here you go:

yuuuuuuup.
a whole bunch of blue bodytube beastly business.
half healed, half new, all fresh,
if you feel me.
another one more?
you're awfully needy all of a sudden,
but i'll indulge you this once:

c'mon.
that faded old busted gas cloud fart-shooting
out of the tail/butthole of the new sh!t
is actually a bonsai treetop.
...and no,
i didn't do that one, thank you very much for wondering.
an actual zipzap on the day it's finished,
(exempting the background i'll probably have to add in later)
i figured you ninjas could use a picture or three
instead of more lamenting about the lost elasticity
of my metaphoric doodiehole.
...or maybe not,
but that's all that's happening on this really windy
friday night in the woodsly goodness,
under piles of fresh new snow,
and streams of melted ice.
sometimes, kids;
never quiet, never soft.....