Good Morning To Your Skin

By Kaleena 

Oh wow - the sun. There's something you don't see every day. I know they say it's there but to see is to believe I suppose. On this glorious day (I hope I can say that for all of you) I think about how desperately I want another tattoo. Sunshine brings my mood up which makes me want to pay someone to stick a needle in ink and pierce my skin with it hundreds of times a second. Hmmmm, but what to get?

Okay, I've always thought a tattoo like this on my forearm would be really cool. I'm well aware I may get mistaken for a lesbian. And of course I realize that when those inquiring become confused when I tell them I am indeed with a man that they may become enraged and spit in my face telling me to "Choose a side you whore!" Yeah, I've thought about it. And I've decided that if I cared what those people really thought I wouldn't have gone through with the whole being born thing in the first place.
Still, it would be a bad ass tattoo....

This is me on my first birthday. My parents began my obsession with tattoos. Some called them sick - I call them mom and dad, my heroes. How many parents do you know who tattooed their babies before they could even walk? No one, that's who. Because they are not awesome like my parents. Love to the folks.

This isn't the bang you were expecting? Well f*** you then. Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. We good? Good. Anyway, this is crazy. Glow-in-the-dark tattoos. Yes they're real. Yes, I'm pretty sure they will give you instant cancer. Yes, I'm also pretty sure they're worth it.

Awww, what's wrong? Not intense enough for you? Alright, I don't want you to feel like you're missing out.

What is this? It's skin carving. Apparently gagging, branding and hooks in the back is not enough. Someone's gotta get carved! Ewww.....well, have a good one!


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