i don't know why i make robobotronic skulls.
i really don't.
i grab a marky marker,
and that's just what i get.
check the teleport:
in crappy craft paints on the back of a soda case.
mmhmmm.
i started it yesterday, to combat a case of bad vibes and worse company.
no joke.
i only dealt with sick folks and scritchers all day.
y'know about scritchers?
if they're in your walls, it's probably squirrels or raccoons,
and you can call an exterminator.
if they're walking like people, don't be fooled-
they're sketchy creatures,
and they are trying to ruin your day, each and every time.
ew.
that sort of sh!t is not my favorite,
but,
i've never really expected to play only to my strengths,
AND get my preferences catered to.
i'm not a spoiled princess, i'm a stump-grinding gargantuan general
in the worthy warrior poetry corps, and therefore,
i just do what i do, and endure all the doo-doo butter in-between.
stoic?
hardly.
fodder?
absolutely...
good news is wasted on good storytellers, guys.
and smooth sailing isn't worth retelling.
that's real.
also,
i do a lot of tattoos,
and once in a while, i maybe even don't hate one of them.
look at this one:
viking sh!t.
i'm about it.
and this big tree?
teleport:
once it settles into the skin?
i did it to a nice boy, as his first foray into tattzaps.
also,
my buddy todd got a buddhist jauns a little bit ago,
and maybe you'll want to see it?
check the teleport:
yeah.
om my goodness, and an auspicious knot, too.
so,
i'm not doing crazy big involved anything,
unless you count making sandwiches in the euation.
then,
i'm very big into big action,
but only after i finish doing some not-so-enormous tattoos.
there's always more to do,
and there's never enough time.
i'm trying to fill in every blank space with effort and attention,
and while it gets trining and tiresome and tedious-
too much is the right amount,
so i've got to do what needs doing.
.....and it ALLL needs doing;
never quiet, never soft.....
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