My new tat...

It was a spontaneous morning ....
Where I had a spontaneous idea ....
That I spontaneously rang my tat artist ....
Skip work .... and came back .....
Lying on the couch ....
With me mate singing the blues ....
While I spontaneously ponder ....
What shall I do next ....

(The tat still half way done... waiting for the next pain session)

Oouch!...

(why do all tattoo artist smoke pot...)

GreyBoy

Sowing the seeds of love....

Hey...

Sun shines for a reason...

No clouds for a treason...

That's what she says...

Hey...

Though I can agree...

This kind of chemistry...

That's what i say...

So say.... the unspoken

So lay .... not be broken

So near .... in believing

So far .... in lifting....

Hey....

This is not easy...

Likewise otherwise...

That's what he says

Hey...
May your dreams....
Come like doves....so free....
That's what they say

So say.... the unspoken

So lay .... not be broken

So near .... in believing

So far .... in lifting....

GreyBoy

Making the Canvas...

The uncertainties are certainly a certain challenge from certain time to uncertain time.

Making the canvas....

For her...

GreyBoy

This civilization.....

is overly-sexualization...
on the regression for the depression....
the fact that men's needs...
are full of greed.


GreyBoy

How come...

How come...
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How come we not try...

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How come we not try... NOT

GreyBoy