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I should go to bed, as I'm really quite tired.
And it's rather late. And I have to be up a bit
early for a tattoo appointment at the Zombie King's
house in Philly.

*sighs*

New computer. Can't tear myself away.
I still haven't gotten it quite up to
what I want. And I've lost all of my old
emails saved and favourite places bookmarked.
That shall prove to be a bitch.

At least I had the foresight to save all of my
writing and /jpgs to disk a couple of weeks ago.

No matter.
I'm still yo-yoing from what I was feeling
an hour ago. Reeling. My mind reels.

Smoke another cigarette, you fool.
And go to fucking bed.

Reptile

Too dangerous to keep.
Too feeble to let go.
And you want to bite the hand.
Should have stopped this long ago.

Go, go now, you've been set free.
Another month or so you'll be gorging on me
With your lovely smile.
I see you slither away with your skin and your tail,
Your flickering tongue and your rattling scales
Like a real reptile.

Had you coiled around my arm.
How could you ever know
How I loved your diamond eyes?
But that was long ago.

Go, go now, you've been set free.
Another month or so you'll be poisoning me
With your lovely smile.
I see you slither away with your skin and your tail,
Your flickering tongue and your rattling scales
Like a real reptile.

And I should have believed Eve.
She said we had to blow.
She was the apple of my eye.
It wasn't long ago.

Go, go now, you've been set free.
Another month or so you'll be poisoning me
With your lovely smile.
I see you slither away with your skin and your tail,
Your flickering tongue and your rattling scales
Like a real reptile.

~the church

Alice's Ruin

I have new tattoo goodness.

Three hours in the initial sitting, four in this
one. I am most sore and owie. But, I'm extremely
pleased with the results. I finally have my
Alice in Wonderland Man's Ruin, something which
I've been talking about for years.

I've also picked out one of my next ones, straight
from the Jinx's *formerly the Zombie King) sketch book.
It's a heart broken in two, with bones criss crossing
through it. There's a banner above and below, they read
"Heart Breaker". I love it enormously.

Originally, it was slated for Ghoulie Girl. But, she
wound up only getting the heart section of it. No
banners were involved. I asked Jinx to clean it up
a bit, refine the lettering in the banners, colour it,
and do whatever else he thinks is necessary.

Then it shall be mine. All for the price of a song.

The price of a song, in this case, would be absolutely
free. He says it'll be a Christmas present for me. I have
no objections in this. Jinx is good to me.

He was teasing me during the process of the inking. Regaling
me with stories of the subs who come to the BDSM club he
tattoos out of on the weekends. The girls who refer to
themselves as "painsluts". They constantly ask him if they're
the best sitters he's ever had. And he always tells them
"No. My friend, Tara, is. She reads, sleeps, smokes, and
drifts during her tattoos. You can't beat that."

Hah, I say smugly. You who call yourself a "painslut". You've
no concept of the desire for pain and how it can transcend you
to lovely, quiet places. And I don't even need stupid
slave collars and greasy men in chaps sticking bullwhips
up my keister to gain this, either.

Hah, I say again!

I bled like a bitch again, though. For some reason,
this piece has decided that it needs to do an impersonation
of the Red Sea. My first sitting was just the same.
Blood everywhere. Jinx was swearing up and down that I
had alcohol in my system. But, that wasn't happening.

Now, I've just got to figure out sleeping with my
arm like this. I usually sleep on that side, but it won't
be a possibility for awhile.