of course there is a self, or life is meaningless. It just gets lost in the everyday as this huge brain we are a part of swallows us all ? I am not claiming any higher role in life than the roach, but even the roach has a self. How can we have compassion for the other if there is no self from which to direct it. Tattoos feel great to me - I love the whirring of the machine, the ink as it makes you feel a tingle ( on small tatts) the larger tatts are worth it for the art. I'd like to be a pillow when I die, until that unravels and sheds the memory of me and my skin stories for ever. Tattoos are beauty: flawed, fucked, immolated beauty.
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