First sight
I have a wizard tattooed on my forearm. You've seen it. It was an HNT Post last month. I've had this tattoo for about 7 years. Tonight I noticed it for the first time. It was looking at me in the mirror. I'm not a paranoid person, nor am I given to flights of fancy. Imagination, yes. Fancy, no.
It was almost as though the face wished to speak to me. A face filled with wisdom, prescience, and piercing accusation faced me in the mirror. I had no reaction, no instant quelling of non-reality. I looked in the eyes of this being. I felt judgment, whimsy and sadness. What madness befalls me? What joke of the gods brings forth this demon in my skin?
I know in my mind that the ink in my skin lies inert. Dead to everything beyond imagination. Placed there not by a practitioner of the dark arts or even magic. A piece created by a master of his art. Alien fantasy brought to life in living skin. The message clear, but hazed with expectation and fear. Do you see? Do you?
6 Comments:
dude! you sure you didn't pop some pills ?? lmao...yes i see.
Lovely work.
What do you see in the mirror when you look into your eyes, MM?
This is what I saw...
http://collectiveconciousness.blogspot.com/
A clear message hazed with expectation and fear...that's heavy. I understand.
Maybe the tattoo artist used some ink derived from rye grain that was tainted with ergot fungus... (http://www.carterphile.com/EpGuides/OS/NeverAgain.html)
;-)
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