Life…where the fcuk do you begin to think about that one? 1 Person, 1 Journey, beginning, middle & end…our bodies document our journeys and some parts of our bodies will serve to make one last person chuckle out loud as it comes across the examiner’s table.

The point to the smiley face is me and my buddies that were over here in the suck as contractors came up with, one drunk guy picked the tattoo and one drunker guy picked the spot. Funny thing to have the angel of death and a smiley face sticking its tougne out in the same view…just like life – pretty fcuked up.

Result…a bit of pain and one day the last person to see my body will actually smile a bit I hope.

The poem tattoo is for the woman who cut my heart out with surgical precision, who put me through so much torment, the woman who no matter what she does I could never hate and took the very substance which makes me able to love so that no other will ever have it. I’m condemned to the life of a play boy as such…damn the good luck.

Within this Vessel
My Mortal Shell
Exists an Absence
My chosen Hell

This Heart – This Soul
Freely Did I Give
To Taste Her Smile
To Feel Her Live

An Empty Man
Without Her I Stand
I Dream, I Pray
To Touch, To Taste
My Delicate
Lover’s
Hand

both done by a friend in thailand on leave 7 days in heaven
Pics: (sorry the peom one was done in a mirror)