that's some old-time flashback-type sh!t, neighbors.
for sure.
real talk?
uh-uh,
i haaaaate getting tattooed,
a lot,
and i hate it SO hard, too.
but,
how was i gonna pass up a chance to monopolize a whole day
of my very good friend, and former apprentice,
mr. shawn hebrank's valuable and much sought after time?
i wasn't gonna, obviously.
superfancy and unnecessary are exactly what i need.
always.
and too much tattooing at once?
wooooooord.
it's exactly the right amount.
really.
don't be dumb.
hmm?
should i have been better prepared?
what do you mean?
jeez.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
c'mon.
so,
without much more preamble,
check the new hottness-type teleport:
huh?
yes,
that's a victorian lady, in mourning, in her little black dress,
which were a whole lot bigger back then,
and a feathery hat fit for a dowager dame.
what?
oh, certainly,
that's a bear skull she's sporting for a head.
bears are dope,
and bears are ugly,
and rules is rules.
yes, friends.
that's a ghost bunny breathing fog.
it's london fog, probably,
and it has tudor roses in it.
shawnhebrank.com
^^^go geek out over his style.
***********
duders,
sometimes it has to be like that,
or else it's just not going to eleven fast enough.
anyway,
i've had nothing to do with my buddy's career for an age,
and he's really become something of a big deal.
truth is,
i am grateful for the tattoo,
and the time,
and the exchange,
and the friendship,
and the changes we've experienced over all this time together.
there's a path we're on, us warrior poets and blitzkrieg bards-
and it leads us vaguely forward, into the future an' that...
but damn if it doesn't wander around a whole lot,
with switchbacks and meanders and other circuitous and fortuitous
routes through time and space and spirit and memory.
i'm not getting maudlin, y'all.
i'm just taking time to reflect on the day.
it's all really happening the whole time, though.
back and forth and forever and ever.
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....
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