tuckova

How did it start? Uhm we were talking about tattoos and how it seems a
waste to bury or cremate a body all covered in tattoos, all that art going to waste, and I remembered
how a hundred years ago reading the RE/SEARCH about body modification
and wasn't there some guy who collected yakuza skins and wouldn't that
be awesome art or even better if it could be of use. It would be better
than prayer beads from nun knuckles to have a yakuza skin something. A jacket?

Yakuza lampshade! It's the name of Mig's next band,
which is one of a dozen reasons I like Mig so much. It's just an
extension of the idea that a tough guy goes through exquisite pain to
get a flower put on his back, anyway: and after he shuffles off his life of shadow, he's shedding
light on some living room. It's all about being absurd. And it's not
like I'd be all "It puts the lotion in the basket" about it; the guy
would die a natural death first. Or he could go out in some mafia
shootout thingie but I mean it's not like I'd pull the trigger. And
beforehand I'd take him out for karaoke and sing "You Light Up My Life"
or something.

But really. It's just recycling. Repurposing. It's no less icky than
burial, is it. Maybe it is. I will admit it's a little morbid (though
like I say I wouldn't kill anybody so maybe it's co-morbid, ahaha so
funny).

Listen, I've got entertaining company. You can't expect me to be 100%
on track. And it was this or telling you how I lost the battle of who
gets the armrest on the bus ride to Prague on Tuesday, and really: yawn.

In better news, I found my camera! Pictures next week! Really!