zapped.

strength-sapping zaps of tattoo magic, in massive megadoses?
mmmhmmm.
i woke up tired from yesterday, and i was only doing it,
i can't imagine being the one getting it done.
actually,
i zipped and zapped all damned day on just one duder,
and he'll be back again for a whole other other 'nother section of
suffering skin-slashing rashy abrasive behavior TODAY.
yup.
my buddy beau is on a mission,
and i guess that means i am, too.
we're spanning time in the tattoo studio,
and we're terrorizing his arm two days in a row.
ouch.
but,
the first session is over, at least,
and we're down to smaller spots in sh!ttier sections this afternoon.
one more long day, wrapped up and under wraps.
boom.
and in the longer history of big action and small details,
not to mention epic heavy metal medieval narrative,
today is also going to be the day, neighbors.
i didn't finish what i started, but definitely not for lack of trying.
that's the bad news.
the good news?
check the teleport:

ka-

-boom-

-fire.
...and this guy:

halcyon days, indeed.
right in the swollen, soft skin of  the ditch.
yikes.
a wayward bleary-eyed black-tear-droppin' kingfisher,
watching over the devoted deathstroke of a witch-king warrior poet,
tethered to a war-god ram spirit,
and wearing some sexy armor.
that's what's up.
the bird is a nice touch, though.
and while we're on the subject-
what's up with laughing kookaburras, kids?
they're related to kingfishers, it turns out.
(you can tell by the beak.)
the thing is,
nobody was laughing when nobody would sing the kookaburra song.
i guess they're shy?
i don't know it, but i want to.
and i don't know  why a kingfisher is watching a lich-king of men plunge
his own stag-antlered sword into his chest.....
i s'pose it has something to do with an immortal soul-phylactery?
probably.
all y'all D&D haters can't hang out with me when i'm like this.
and that's fine, too.
i'm deliriously tired,
and the sun hasn't been out in days.
it's dark, it's wet, and it's cold.
and what's more,
there's LOTS more of all of this really happening al over again today.
it's a belated groundhog day of repetitive stresses,
but,
it's already underway, and there's no getting away from it.
as often as not, there's a a wrench patiently waiting to tighten up, loosen up,
or just generally F* up your whole day.
more of this, right and left and up and down.
that's all;
never quiet, never soft.....