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Myself, in a sentence
Enigmatic, excitable adrenaline junkie in love with life.
My favorite tattoo and the story behind it
Far and beyond my side rib panel and back piece consisting of a portrait of my grandfather in a dying tree giving off perfect new life hanging over a Cobbled Skald. When a talented skald of the Swedish courts, renowned across Scandinavia for his unparalleled musical prowess, revealed himself as a disguised woman, she was swiftly executed, and the embarrassing events were stricken from polite conversation. Her sudden return to court functions shook even the staunchest war veterans, but not enough to stay a second wary, though swift, summary execution. Upon further returns, each revealing the scald to be strangely repaired in a manner befitting tailor more than physician, the court began to almost embrace the eerie presence. This cycle of returns and executions leading to a more and more transfigured court poet became something of an exalted tradition.
The skald is walking on cracked, dead earth just above my entire booty tattooed also by Nellie Brown one of fire and the other, water.
This tattoo represents the rebirth of life through adversity, torture and chaos.
My first tattoo and the story behind it
Typical First tramp stamp by a friends dad who was scratching out of his house. First mistake at 18. It is now being covered by Nellie Brown with the back piece.
My next tattoo
This is a constant battle as my right arm feels so bare but I have hours left on my back.