another.

lotus frames!
if i see 'em,
i'm buying 'em.
that's a thing.
i found one,
and it was gold, and that was good.
yesterday,
i went back for more,
and happily they still had another one.
it was lighter, and brighter, too- like a silver lining of flowery freshness.
what did i do?
i grabbed it, and i took it with me to work.
i mean, c'mon.
i'm not going to NOT buy it.
what am i?
an A*-hole who hates cool stuff?
no way, man.
that's not me.
i like the good parts,
and when i find them, i catch hold and i make moves.
that's real.
but what happens on yet another 'nother slower than seasonally-precedented
day of underwhelming hours and hours over at the tattoo spot?
you know it-
we break out the paints again, neighbors.
old cardboard, pens, pencils, and crappy crafty acrylic squirts.
yup.
me and my scissors and another trip to the same old well.
skull monsters?
don't mind if i do.
check the take-two-type teleport:

awwwww.
a little cute plated fleur-de-morte monster head...
...with baby teeth!
my usual poor photograph,
but this time with teeny tiny bites,
cooked up in the small moments when i could be tattooing,
except,
tattooing is especially circumstance-specific up here in the woodsly goodness.
no jokes-
the appointments are getting pretty cheap,
and the cheapskates who make 'em are getting even cheaper.
yikes.
poor people go into pre-christmas hibernation, i think.
saving up all month for bags of socks,
video games,
and XXL 'minions' sweatshirts,
like a bunch of mealy-mouthed weak-sauce waterbabies.
it really seems like time is always unfolding faster than the finances
of these up-here necktards can catch up with.
which is gross,
but doubly so when it effs up my movie check reality even a little bit.
small art in the lean times and meantimes.
doing nothing isn't okay,
and staying still feels like falling backwards.
progress is all i want,
and the process is underway, always, to get ahead of where i'm at.
...life moves in every direction but rewind.
that's a thing;
never quiet, never soft.....