the tattoo artist hesitated and said you know, I do a lot of images of him but what you’re wanting is something sorta blasphemous. you get that? I told him I did, and that I did not care. so he inked what I asked: a purple crown of thorns across my forehead, three blue tears drops falling from my left eye, a black bruise beneath my right eye, and four jagged red holes one on either side of each wrist. man, they’re gonna say you’ve got a messiah complex. I said it is complex but its also quite simple -
its not improving the world, but participating in it.
as I left the shop he laughed and said
good luck, and god bless. and brace yourself.
I stepped into the sunlight and it felt like
being pushed from a womb into
the center ring of a circus already in progress.
but there ought to be clowns.
seek and you shall find
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