i'm a woman of visuals, not words.

i'm contemplating the 5th tattoo (already? ...i know) and i think i'm just going to hold my breath, close my eyes and invest into the half sleeve. why not? my imagination is getting the best of me and intends to leave my pockets empty. its going to be a collective piece crawling its way into the $500 or maybe $600s. ehhh. i'm leaving bills and debt at the bus terminal and hopping on the express line to permanentville. fuck it.

"ouch"