ok so expanding the studio and im going to need another artist,,,,,so anyone intrested sould drop me a line and stuff,,,not looking to train anyone unless your the most stunning artist ive seen ,,and i mean stunning like jay lee good ok heh
other than that if you have a profile on here just point it out to me and ill go look see,,,or if you know anyone thats looking just scream at me ,,,, by the time im done will actually need another two so if your twins that would be wicked heh

now have tickets for rammstien in venna ,,,berlin and copahargen,,,,,im so fucking happy i think i pee,d a bit heh

ok for all the tattooist i know the first one to do 6 jap dragons no less than whole upper arm wins lol

so intresting year me thinks ....last part of it looks to be a good one ,first part kinda sucked heh....
back in the studio on my own,,and its plesant ,someone else is dealing with the day to day crap and its not me heh which is splendid,,no more money worrys ,,and im rammed in solid with work,,,and yes most of its cover up work
i think like most people the day to day shit and stress in life takes its toll,,and the worrys of the world seem to build no matter what you say or do and you can very easly loose your way,,and i so lost my way its not funny,,i think i tryed to over compensate for my loss of self at home and then obviously lossed my way at work and for what i do thats a bad thing,,,and became the thing i most hated,,,
so i guess it was easy for others to hate me too,,,but heres the thing,,,i lossed a lot but nothing it seems that actualy mattered,,,,what ive found i lossed i never had to begin with..it was always somebody elses..and knowing that has made me see that i dont have to be the one thats has to try to fit in,,,,,i can just be me and enjoy the ride.
so works manic im happy(and yes i know if ive tattooed you or you know me that seems highly unlikely)burdens of my life are gone or i got rid of them and now if you enter my little hole and hear people shouting and laughing its nothing to be afaid of
oh unless your a chav ,,because lets face it nobody like you

I Know You
I know you
you were too short
you had bad skin
you couldn't talk to them very well
words didn't seem to work
they lied when they came out of your mouth
you tried so hard to understand them
you wanted to be part of what was happening
you saw them having fun
and it seemed like such a mystery
almost magic
made you think that there was something wrong with you
you'd look in the mirror trying to find it
you thought that you were ugly
and that everyone was looking at you
so you learned to be invisible
to look down
to avoid conversation
the hours
days
weekends
ah the weekend nights, alone
where were you
in the basement?
in the attic?
in your room?
working some job?
just to have something to do
just to have a place to put yourself
just to have a way to get away from them
a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill-at-ease inside yourself
did you ever get invited to one of their parties
you sat and wondered if you would go or not
for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire
they would laugh at you
if you would know what to do
if you would have the right things on
if they would notice that you came from a different planet
did you get all brave in your thoughts
like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it
and have a great time
did you think that you might be 'the life of the party'
that all these people were gonna talk to you
and you would find out that you were wrong
that you had a lot of friends
and you weren't so strange after all?
did you end up going
did they mess with you
did they single you out
did you find out that you were invited
because they thought you were so weird
yeah, I think I know you
you spent a lot of time full of hate
a hate that was pure as sunshine
a hate that saw for miles
a hate that kept you up at night
a hate that filled your every waking moment
a hate that carried you for a long time
yes I think I know you
you couldn't figure out what they saw and the way they lived
home was not home
your room was home
a corner was home
the place they weren't- that was home
I know you
you're sensitive
and you hide it, because you fear getting stepped on one more time
it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable
someone takes advantage of you
one of them steps on you
they mistake kindness for weakness
but you know the difference
you've been the brunt of their weakness for years
and strength is something you know a bit about
because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive
you know yourself very well now
and you don't trust people
you know them too well
you try to find that 'special person'
someone you can be with
someone you can touch
someone you can talk to
someone you won't feel so strange around
and you found that they don't really exist
you feel closer to people on movie screens
yeah, I think I know you
you spend a lot of time daydreaming
and people have made comment to that effect
telling you that you're 'self-involved' and 'self-centered'
but they don't know, do they
about the long nightshifts alone
about the years of keeping yourself company
all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
so you could imagine someone holding you
the hours of indecision
self-doubt
the intense depression
the blinding hate
the rage that made you stagger
the devastation of rejection
well
maybe they do know
but if they do
they sure do a good job of hiding it
it astounds you how they can be so smooth
how they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift
and it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill,
and finding every way possible to screw it up
for you, life is a long trip
terrifying and wonderful
birds sing to you at night
the rain and the sun
the changing seasons
are true friends
solitude is a hard won ally
faithful and patient
yeah, I think I know you