Interesting Turn Of Events in Hello

  • Feb. 15, 2020, 10:55 p.m.
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Met up with Peacock for breakfast. After she ended up coming over and we cuddled a bit. Turns out her husband told her he cheated on her. Nothing happened between us. Just her curled up with her head in my lap for a two hour long nap. Felt nice to be physically close to someone again. I hope by some odd circumstance it happens again. I’ve missed hand holding.

Onto the tatt!

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Greg getting the inks ready.

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My ugly mug and the stencil outline.

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The red is me bleeding.

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Side 1.

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Side 2.

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Side 3.

Disccworld’s Death.
“All right,” said Susan. “I’m not stupid. You’re saying humans need… fantasies to make life bearable.”

REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

“Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—”

YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.

“So we can believe the big ones?”

YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.

“They’re not the same at all!”

YOU THINK SO? THEN TAKE THE UNIVERSE AND GRIND IT DOWN TO THE FINEST POWDER AND SIEVE IT THROUGH THE FINEST SIEVE AND THEN SHOW ME ONE ATOM OF JUSTICE, ONE MOLECULE OF MERCY. AND YET—Death waved a hand. AND YET YOU ACT AS IF THERE IS SOME IDEAL ORDER IN THE WORLD, AS IF THERE IS SOME…SOME RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE BY WHICH IT MAY BE JUDGED.

“Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what’s the point—”

MY POINT EXACTLY. - Susan and Death, The Hogfather

Three Hours Later…
Man is it tender. I can feel the heat radiating off the tatt. I’ve got this healing plastic adhesive covering the whole thing. He said unless anything starts to seep through keep it on a few days. I’ve already got the ointment for the first three days then the actual scentless lotion to use for days after.

Part of Death’s scythe goes up to my elbow. Damn it felt like I was getting a tooth drilled but instead it was the bone on my arm. The bit around my wrist hurt like a bitch when getting filled in, too. The last three pics are courtesy of Greg on my phone after snapping his work with his phone. I’ll be up on the website.

https://www.thebluerosetattoo.com/

Ha!
Just checked Greg’s page and my Luggage tattoo still pops up in his slideshow.


Last updated February 16, 2020


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