Saturday, 6 October 2007

He fastens on you till he reads you dead, /And like a leech, voracious of his food, /Quits not his cruel hold till gorged with blood

spot-the-difference

Everyday on the bus I go past Blood Brothers Tattoo parlour.
Sometimes I think of Franko B and sometimes I think of Gina Pane.
But for some reason, I never think of getting a tattoo myself.

7 comments:

Switchsky said...

this could almost make me cry.

shit.

Forever Young said...

i can see you with a tattoo, a little prozac pill on your ass...

Ellis Nadler said...

Very Gilbert and George image.
Tattoos always remind me of Auschwitz prisoner numbers.

baggelboy said...

I saw a Gilbert and George documentary where they were collecting there poo in small containers and storing them in the fridge just so they could compare the aesthetics of shit.

Tattoos always remind me of sailors.

Mim said...

Tatoos remind me of bad-ass Brooklyn boys, all tough and buff

Prozacville said...

I am glad that tattoos remind you of things. They mainly remind me of...tattoos.

cat said...

i'd like to get a tattoo, but wouldn't know where to put it.