This may seem like a regular post but what these
photos failed to imply was they were just part
of a diversion.
It was fortunate not only for my pocket but
to my sanity, that there are some people
who are willing to be inked by me
when my brain was sporadically functioning,
to say the least.
Well of course, they didn't know that.
As my creative constipation came to sleepy town,
my news feed came flooding it with people announcing
their exhibits, showing their artworks and inviting me
to tattoo competitions.
Great.
Take me somewhere nice.
Depopulation and deceptions.
I want my life back.
Take me to my fellah.
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