passing time.

some people just sound flamboyantly uninformed.
i know a few others who constantly, and consistently, contradict themselves.
occasionally,
when the time allows and the schedule aligns,
those two types of folks will meet up, and mewl through an afternoon
of crumbly, crawling inconclusive conversation.
now,
i'm not saying that isn't cool, (should i have to?)
and i'm not even saying that it isn't (fleetingly) amusing to listen to-
but,
i AM saying that it sure as sh!t isn't my cup of cake.
nope.
actually,
i was too busy yesterday to be a part of any of that,
so i stayed apart from the big ol' batch of that bimboggling blather.
...sort of.
it was happening all around me, on all sides, in all sorts of weak-saucy ways,
but i was very very occupied, and totally consumed by NOT tattooing yesterday.
that's correct.
but i was too busy.
even though there wasn't any work, nor even any walk-ins,
for the first fully effing excellent octobery afternoon.
ugh.
what?
well, sure,
i could've used the day to rest my wrecked hands.
however,
i am not a weak-sauce whimperer, nor am i a doo-doo buttery diaper baby.
nope.
i'm a mutha-'ucking worthy warrior poet of work and productivity,
and resting is not what we do, duders.
so,
i still ended up with cramped and crankled claws,
and i spread a thin skin of acrylic on a corrugated pizza-scented box top.
yup.
i felt compelled to finish off what i'd started,
and to really shred the last few fibers off of the damaged brushed i've been abusing.
i wrecked my equipment, and i destroyed my wrists, and i made nary a movie check,
but,
i couldn't just do nothing.
i mean,
c'mon.
that's what lazy inconsequential superfluous turds do.
anyway,
i made some artishness.
check the teleport:

bobot-bionic exxxtra armed, goat-capped bo-borg jauns.
mmhmmm.
you like the pizza vents on the board?
me too.
i'm working towards less gummy, less bubbly robobotrons,
but, when my pen touches the paper,
there are still more skull-o-matic monsters that need releasing.
i guess i just do that.
also,
i made this:

a green-and-gold bobonaut!
empty eye sockets, and a weak chin,
plus weird gold-brick shards of science?
yessir, neighbors,
basking in all my inner comic-bookish nerd glory,
i spanned the majority of the day building up layers,
on ultra-absorbent, turbo-thirsty cardstock,
just to make a couple of little creatures come to completion.
they're all done.
and so am i.
*
today is a day of all dudes.
all my clients will be male, that is.
and that is the worst.
it's no fun tattooing F*ing dudes for nine hours.
seriously.
it's kind of a bummer.
but,
after a big fat ugly ZERO yesterday,
i'm gonna have them wondering why i've savagely tattooed
their y chromosome right out of their skeleton bodies!!!!.
is that even possible?
i s'pose we'll find out in a few.
the thing of it is-
it's all really happening,
and you'd best believe that's the whole entire point;
never quiet, never soft.....