Move.

The thing that I think that I like the most about being tattooed by Luke is that he is a completist.He sets the scene.As I lay on my fat side he made sure that The Stooges were blasting out of the computer.I went to my happy place as the needle ate through my over abundant flesh.I thought it was going to hurt on the ribs but color me pleasantly surprised enough to be getting my left side done next week.

The symmetry thing,you know.Then the back piece.We realized how big it was gonna be last night and looked at each other with not a small bit of awe.I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of this corpse so I am going to town on it.

I made it out of bed today and purchased twenty homeless person bags or as my big brother informed me ,otherwise known as “Afghan samsonites”.Nowhere near enough.Think I will be getting another twenty today.42 handbags people.I shopped and horded when I got my heart kicked in and now with my depression running the grand nationals I have DD cup boobs and the biggest gut outside of the annual Sturgis bike rally and professional darts.Teeth are almost done so I have no excuses not to train anymore.Just have to get into the new house with my 113 pairs of shoes( what am I a fucking centipede?) and realign.

Happy to now be sporting a great big Stooges inspired tattoo though.I keep pulling up my shirt to look at it.Well chuffed! Just have to drop the fat under it now.I was thinking about my corpse and the fact that it will never be fucked again as I was getting tattooed last night.Luke was leaning on me as he had to stretch my skin and I got a bit teary.

“Does it hurt?” He inquired

“Nah” I said as my eyes cleared “This is the closest I have been to another body in a year,it’s a bit weird”

“That’s sad cause I know it’s true,your ok mate” He patted me on the hip and kept going.

I do think about it,you know,fucking, but I know that I would cut someones cock off if they came near me (You gonna eat that?” Jeffery Dahmer to Lorena Bobbitt.) That’s why I have to train.Exhaust the corpse.One of the major signs,well red flashing lights in my depression is when it gets bad I cut myself off and get real fat or real thin.Unfortunately this cycle has lead to fat.I am to rectify that in the coming weeks for sure.

So.

Packing up my life.Its a bonafide  bummer ( how could you stick your cock into someone who doesn’t dig the Ramones???) I will be packing all day tomorrow.Being in a practical panic today I brought a Chinese green satin lined jewelry box and a Micky Mouse tee shirt.Sigh.The White-tiger tells me that we will be net free at the new house for two weeks.Meh.She has an I-phone and doesn’t care a bit.Moi? Well,net cafes if I must.Might be nice to fall off the face of the earth for a while.Could do me the world of good.

Communication tends to lead to misery.

Time to get my licence too.Got my mind on a bike so why not.Mr G,chop shop master and my boss at Club 77 makes bikes and cars so why not? I should prove to myself that I can do something vaguely adult for once in my life.Always fancied myself on a chopper.

Later….

I am back to eating clean food again and that’s a good start.That means all fresh all the time.I am about to launch (wishful thinking) myself into packing up the second half of my room.More bags have been purchased and I want it just to be me and a mattress in here by about midnight,Can do little red engine! I was drooling over my built in wardrobe and hardwood floors last night.Coat Hangers! my first real room in half a decade.I feel like a slack jawed yokel (Ma! MA! I dun got a mirror!”)

And at least I wont have to listen to that moron next door singing Eagles songs non-stop anymore. I really should get out of bed but I can’t be fucked.I got really sad just before I turned out the light last night.This is where I lived with my ex.The pace that we shared and he complained about,bless him, when we were together in this country.Why do I always feel like I am losing more than I gain?

So ,I guess that I will be offline for a while.

Send a carrier pigeon if its urgent and hopefully I will see you on the other side.

I would much rather a holiday than change.Sigh.