or wait. maybe that was just me.
well, the tramp stamp is here to stay, tacky emo stars and all. (at least until i 'fix it up' with maybe some sweet fairy or butterfly wings, that is). but the godsmack (seriously was NOT my intention until a certain 'clever' gentleman brought the resemblance to my insecure attention) sun is now, thankfully, long gone. half twin peaks inspired (the owls are not what they seem, ya'll), half 'i just need something bad ass to cover this shit up with,' i went under the needle for the, let me see here, 15 or 16th time last week (although this is technically tattoo number 13 since it covered one up, 'fixin's and all'). 4 long hours of ouchies with one very talented and patient tattoo artist, and i now got a badass owlie covering that shit up. see pics above for the before, during, and afters. as soon as this shit heals in the next couple o' weeks i'll be heading back for final touch ups.
bad. ass.



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