I Want Hand Tattoos.

I am not a member of the recently and completely made up coalition of Workers for a Tatted America.

I have tattoos. I have a quarter sleeve of a compass and anchor that is an homage to my grandmother coupled with a line from a J.R.R. Tolkien poem on my left shoulder and bicep. I also have the lyric “Sorry For The Mess” from the Vance Joy song, Mess is Mine, written in cursive sitting beneath an ink bottle and old-fashioned fountain pen in the minimalist and over-priced style on my right forearm.

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One of Those Days

There is a scene from a Justice League Unlimited episode where the Justice League was taking on a Lex Luther infused Braniac, and the only way the heroes could defeat the villain was for the Flash to run so fast he could barely be seen by Luther. Long story short, the Flash rounded the world over and over again to break through Luther’s defense, but he runs so fast that he is unable to stop. Everything stands still and everything is silent. Obviously in the episode, the Flash and the rest of the Justice League never wants to be presented with a moment like that again. It scared him and the team almost lost a member of their hero gang.

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On Thinking

“I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
Jonathan Safran Foer

A quote in a novel I did not read, (besides in the google search for “quotes about thinking”), and neither did I see the film adaptation so I could not tell you if the quote made its way to the silver screen. I can tell you, however, that Tom Hanks is in the film, so it is probably decent enough to check out…

I like to think that I think often, and about things that pertain to pertinence. It is certainly pertinent to me, but not by societal norms at all.

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Flexitarian

I cheat sometimes.

Not on purpose. I cheat when necessity overcomes integrity. Necessity: to fuel myself when there is a lack there of. Necessity: to not offend or just when no one is looking. Necessity: because someone is looking. The thought process here abandons integrity and honor like a mother bird abandoning her offspring in the time the chick needs her the most simply because I ventured too close to the bush she had fashioned as a makeshift home among the foliage of my yard.

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