week seven of fifty two
The final shot I took wound up making the cut. I have pictures including all 7 of my other tattoos, but none of the one on my back. Often times I forget its there. I got the idea to play around with light this week, so I went up into the attic and got the Christmas light down... into the bathroom I went!
- I told about my mother; She showed me her tattoo... They say she lived her life an American, they say she whored away but still they claim they offered her their helping hand... But the talk's all the same to me: They call themselves her family, it just makes me ill
Neutral Milk Hotel, She Did A Lot of Acid