I'll clear the mystery to kill the topic drift. I've never designed a tattoo, I'd give my left nut to draw a Chick Tract but never have, and I only rarely take time jaunts to the 18th century. It's more of a summer thing.
There, the topic can resume. I'm on
your side, Moose.
"Egos drone and pose alone, Like black balloons, all banged and blown
On a backwards river the infidels shiver in the stench of belief.
And tell my mama I'm a hundred years late; I'm over the rails and out of the race
The crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears"
-Beck