just remember what the biker chick said, that you're really alive when you wish you were dead,
hi!
I'm a piercer. I work at Wayne Street Tattoo Company in Milledgeville GA. Which means I spent most of my day on the computer or standing at the door laughing at people.
I'm a punk-rock rockabilly redneck and I don't give a fuck. I like to drink beer and sit around the fire cooking meat. I'm not good at starting conversations with people,
Jack Kerouac happens to be my favorite author.
I want to sell off everything I own and stuff a backpack full of cloths and hitchhike across the country. I'm just too scared to do it. I want to hang out in cold water pads and talk about making great literary works and changing the world.
Unfortunately the people who hang out in cold water pads generally just talk about how we're going to get some more speed.
I no longer really do drugs but I do see myself as fitting the propper definition of a hipster and altho I haven't tryed to buy smack in Prague lately, I do still get offers for coke and pot every time I go to a gas station, Either that or the drunks cus me for being white and infront of them in line.
stuff I have now
tattoos
K, left leg done by myself when I was 16
griffin, right ankle
girl with gun, left shin
snuffkin, left calf
stars, shoulders/back
straight razor, outline, ribs
six toed Cheshire cat, left leg over girl
hwy 41 sign with kudzoo, right leg
squidbilly, right leg
angel girl and devil girl, shoulders sitting on stars
"soul doubt" blind fold skull and crossbones, left arm
Dark Mark in UV ink, left forarm
"Whatsername" heart, left arm
holes
4ga septum
5/8 lobes
teardrop Microdermal
chest micrcodermal
16ga horizontal eyebrow
stuff I got bored with and fleeting whims
14ga industrial bar
16ga eyebrow
14ga tongue
14ga labret center bottom
16ga smilie
2ga lobes, which I supose would be first lobes and the ones I have now would be second
Currently bored and waiting on something else
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn of say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'" -Jack Kerouac
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