I’m having one of those ‘I desperately need to get tattooed’ fits. I dunno if this connects to teh mood I woke up yesterday (long past, pretty much purged by writing it, though thanks all for the offers of gifts, distractions and sexual favors), or if it’s just time. But I’ve suddenly got tattoo images […]
I’m having one of those ‘I desperately need to get tattooed’ fits. I dunno if this connects to teh mood I woke up yesterday (long past, pretty much purged by writing it, though thanks all for the offers of gifts, distractions and sexual favors), or if it’s just time.
But I’ve suddenly got tattoo images drifting through my head and am suddenly making plans rather than just visualizing possibilities.
It got worse yesterday evening; I walked over to a friday beer bash at work to see new products, and ran into an old friend who now works at my company (coincidentally the host of the halloween party where this photo was taken) who was telling me about a sacred heart tattoo he’s set to get today from my pal Klem. And I could suddenly hear the machines, feel the needles.
And my head’s ready to boil over.
I started last week I guess, with the sudden inspiration about the Samurai no Kokoroe phrase (though I don’t find that calling to me the way it did a week ago). But no – it started eariler, with a plan to get tattooed while I was in Anaheim. That didn’t pan out due to the usual ‘I forget how disneyland exhausts me’ problem, but I’d gotten revved to feel the needle.
But in the last week it’s gotten worse. I’ve talked to a couple friends about planned tattoos, and a couple older ideas have bubbled back up. I’m picturing some polynesian things on my right arm and hand, a celtic thing I want Pat Fish to do (the current idea is something related to Manannan mac Lir). There’s the Dead Men Tell No Tales idea that Jack Rudy in Anaheim was gonna do but I may have someone up here do it. And I’ve been picturing a tattoo based on the old symbols for argumentation, the closed fist (logic) and open hand (persuasion, rhetoric). I started to picture them as skeletal hands, and it started to make sense if I can just figure out where to put them.
That’s on top of queue of tattoos I already have planned; the Life on the Ocean Waves backpiece (Anyone wanna go into that tattoo shop in SD for me and see if they can snap a picture of the flash?), the Pirate Wench deal, the Hulalupe. I need to finish my right arm. I want to get the pig ‘n chicken on my feet (an old sailors anti-drowning charm). I want a FTW tattoo.
I just have that feeling – that need. That jones. I need to get tattooed.
I don’t even feel it
But lord how I need it