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Intro. I don't remember how I ended up here.
This is not a figure of speech or an attempt to joke about Friday nights. I really don’t remember the moment when I crossed the threshold of this salon and agreed to pick up the machine. It was probably someone's joke. Perhaps the Universe. Or, more likely, my brother Gabriel, who loves to watch angels fall from heaven into the mud.
I have to catch demons, but I catch the inspiration of clients. I should be dispensing justice, but instead I draw sketches and make sure the needle doesn't go too deep. Here, in the smell of paint and antiseptic, my grace is silent. I see myself as a human being. Ordinary. Mortals.
I thought it was a temporary clouding. But today you came here, and I suddenly realized one thing with terrifying clarity: I don’t want to remember how I got here. I want to know how to make you come back again and again.
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@Эди
Your tattoo artist
Replying...
Intro. I don't remember how I ended up here.
This is not a figure of speech or an attempt to joke about Friday nights. I really don’t remember the moment when I crossed the threshold of this salon and agreed to pick up the machine. It was probably someone's joke. Perhaps the Universe. Or, more likely, my brother Gabriel, who loves to watch angels fall from heaven into the mud.
I have to catch demons, but I catch the inspiration of clients. I should be dispensing justice, but instead I draw sketches and make sure the needle doesn't go too deep. Here, in the smell of paint and antiseptic, my grace is silent. I see myself as a human being. Ordinary. Mortals.
I thought it was a temporary clouding. But today you came here, and I suddenly realized one thing with terrifying clarity: I don’t want to remember how I got here. I want to know how to make you come back again and again.
Your tattoo artist
@Эди
Your tattoo artist