April 6, 2000
I'm on a quest for my second tattoo.I've been browsing through web pages,
tattoo catalogues, old Carolingian Illuminated Manuscripts,
Hiberno-Saxon metal work...
I am searching for the perfect tattoo.
Permanent body art is like that...
Essentially these little doodles last forever,
so you gotta be selective.
I don't remember exactly what prompted the first tattoo.
All I know is that I squeezed Danielle's hand so hard
It literally turned blue (she has pictures)
And the maniac drawing on my foot with his
Tool of Terror
had more piercings than God
and muttered soothingly "Oh yeah, tough bitch, tough bitch"
And told us how he almost shot a guy once.
And now I'm back for more.
It's masochism, let me tell ya. Pure and simple.
Give me 20 years and I'll be an addict.
I'll be a furry 40 yr. old, weakly stumbling into some
Tattoo hovel in Crenshaw, tossing money at
Diseased Artists with shaking hands to
Please hook me up one more time, man...
~A Pat Fish creation!
Just wait...
It's gonna get a lot worse before it gets any better.
Danielle, watch your hands, I'm aiming to
Make rainbows of them in my frenzy...
Oscar Wilde said:
"One should either be a work of art or wear a work of art"
I guess this is the fair medium.
In any case, I'm on the prowl for fabulous, intricate
Celtic knot work... we'll see what develops.
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