I don't know how many times I've posted that title, but I think of it almost every time I post. I just sold a bike with a tattoo in mind. Now I've got other things in there: Frances' birthday present, gift for my wife, donating it, or groceries (which then makes me think of what booze I would buy, since that's about all the groceries I shop for).
I've wanted this tattoo for a while (not the coy banana fish that some of you may well know from my earlier threats). I'm alone. I am alone along the shape of my body.
Love,
Paul
Post Script:
If you haven't heard about this, then give it a click (since that's about as much as we relate these days):
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