doing outer space tattoos.
yup.
there's this thing- cultivated coincidence-
where the more i think about somethin', the more there are instances of overlap
between what we're all talkin' about and what's really happening.
i did two of those space jauns.
two of 'em.
on people who don't know each other at all.
i only finished one of 'em,
as it was the second session where all the stars and sh!t
get added in to all the blackness...
the other still needs one of those.
ANYWAY,
here it is:
i'm pretty happy with this one,
even though it's not even close to my usual thing.
but that doesn't change the fact that i'm fired.
y'know?
that's right.
because every F*ing picture i take kind of sucks balls.
and this tasty bit of ethereal atmospheric universal magic looks really good,
and also about twenty times better than the hot glare and the bad photo allow for.
damn.
i'll just be over here doing fresh little tatty-toos,
and having no credible evidence of the final outcomes.
tight;
never quiet, never soft.....
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