rarities.

neighbors,
it isn't often that i put up tattoo pictures,
mostly because of some unfortunate disqualifying trait or other.
that's a hard style,
but it's the truth.
also,
i can take a sweet picture of a muffin,
but at the end of a few hours of zip-zappin',
i'm so relieved to be finished,
i just want those duders to get the heck away from me.
y'know?
sure,
i'm grateful for the time we've spanned,
artistic and technical know-how being permanently applied,
in exchange for those short-order stacks of delicious dollars an' that-
the opportunity to create these engraved images,
instead of digging ditches, to apply successive progressive layers,
from marky-markers to sticks and pokes, is pretty flippin' expert.
real talk.
and even though i do most of the work when my clients and i collaborate,
they had to do a whole LOT of work to save up those movie checks,
just to sit down and listen to a side order of my overly loud rhetoric for hours.
but not very many pictures.
i've been attempting to amend that,.
but i usually have another 'nother other waiting (im)patiently in the wings,
and wishing they could start without me.
ha.
i snapped this one on some kid named ben,
he's having a kid, and starting a viney sleevey tattoo from his shoulder down.
pregnant mama and friends were present to stare at me,
while i waxed poetic on the perils of parenthood.
i doo-doo that freaky sh!t, friends.
huh?
ohhhhh.
right.
wanna see it?
okay.
check the any-other-name-type-teleport:

a little bit of flower power for your eyes.
a little bit of color for his skin,
and a lot of big-mouthed wisecracks for everybody else.
it's like i have a compulsion to propel myself into awkward silences
and cackle my caterwauls into those empty spaces
while i'm talking sh!t faster than my ears can listen....
no, seriously-
y'ever say a bunch of stuff,
and it takes even your own brain a second to translate it,
and recognize the puns and punishments in each pronouncement?
no?
it happens to me several times a day.
i guess maybe i could slow down a bit,
and sync my heart and mind into one finely-honed well-oiled machine of metaphors.
then again,
i could spit more hot fire out into the eardrums of my audience,
while i sink hot lava into their epidermal doodieskins,
and just let the wild ride continue on apace.
yeah.
i think that's the right answer.
anyway.
i took a shot, and i showed you,
and i talked about the sidebars and sideways and inroads and outcomes
a heck of a lot more than one picture warrants.
that's what i do, and i guess it applies to all forms of communication.
this is it, and that's that;
never quiet, never soft.....