Soooo...And I think I might just get rid of it.
I don't really care all that much...
I'll give it another few months... in case I actually -do- ever get that camera. -_-
But yeah. I'm thinking I'm just gunna trash it.
- SKiT
Shane TikketOkay, so she knew she was a little off. ... Well, everyone knew she was a little off. The people who knew her, along with the people who didn't. Her clients loved her, though. She didn't have much of a life, so most of her creativity, and energy, went into her work.Shane Tikket
But when you're a tattoo artist, having no life comes in handy for just that reason.
"Shane, you're amazing," gushed Nyx, one of her regulars. Shane chuckled a bit and shrugged, starting to clean up her station, putting away her inks. "Naw, you just don't ask me to
Green ApplesHe tasted like old coffee and cigarettes.Green Apples
Actually, he smelled like old coffee and cigarettes, too.
But he always tried to hide it with a bit of cologne.
He said it was just because he liked the cologne.
But we both knew it was because I teased him and complained about him smelling like smoke.
I loved it though.
His smell, his taste.
It was just... him.
It suited.
But then his hair would always smell like fruit.
It made me smile to think about it.
Coffee, smoke, cologne, and green apple. &nb
Blood and BoneI peel through the layers of your epidermis,Blood and Bone
slowly, like a lover reeling from their first caustic embrace. Then tenderly, so lovingly, I move the flesh, until your ribs are exposed, proud and bleeding red.
And even though your eyes are dull
(I doubt that they can focus) I still move respectfully, careful not to hurt you. I've never ever hurt you. And then! A tap, a snap, a crack as
your ribs bend outwards, disconnected and free.
(I think I hear you moan in lust, then again it could be me.)
Then my prize, those rare heaving org
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