Sunday, May 26, 2013

Inka dinka doo

"Something stirred beneath my skin,
some being inside I'd only suspected existed, 
demon or angel, I couldn't say.”
-- Ellen Hopkins, Burned

Self portrait 5-26-13

 “Tattoos, after all, are a passionate, 
usually doomed assertion of mastery of your own destiny,
or at least a defiant embrace of one that you cannot control."

-- Mark Simpson,  
Saint Morrissey: A Portrait of This Charming Man by an Alarming Fan

"Ink, a Drug."

-- Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister