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" Oh I don't know, it was New Years Eve and it seemed like a good idea at the time "
Hey here is a great idea... Why don't you let me stick a needle or other sharp instrument under your skin. Along with some ink or other colored pigment. Making sure that you can not remove it. You know like, wash it off, or sand it off, or lick it off . Yeah that's right, it will be permanent. Even a better idea would be to write something or draw something that you may regret later in life. Especially when the colors fade with age and start to smear into one another and get deformed and blurred. Certainly it will be really attractive when you get old and the skin on your body looks like crepe paper. The remnant of a tattoo that was at one time smooth and vibrant with colors, all crinkled and crappy looking. Blues turning to greens and reds turning a sick appearance of dirty looking pink. With time, many of the larger more extensive ones.Covering large swatches of your body area, make you look as if you need a bath. Young ladies automatically take on an old worn, " she has been around look". Having to cover them up when competing for decent job with a future. Men look as if they need some kind of shield to protect them from their insecurities and imaginary monsters. Thinking that a tattoo will give them an identity that their back round and family was unable to provide.
Oh yes it is truly a wonderful tribute to your mother. Who, when you were a child, took care to lotion your skin and check it for irritation and skin dermatitis.Taking care for your diaper not to be wet. So as to cause diaper rash. Yes, she held you and touched you gently. Protecting you from the dangers of getting stuck with sharp dangerous objects. Dying inside when you cried as the doctor had to give you an injection to help you get well. Not knowing that later on her little angel that she carried, for what could be considered a substantial length of time. Would allow someone to invade it with a sharpened pointed thin piece of metal. Which when applied to the skin will inject colored inky dye at multiple times per minute. Like a machine gun making holes as the bullets of ink enter the most important organ of the body.
As time goes on the tattoo once thought as a decorative addition to your appearance. Becomes a stigma. A permanent marking that identifies you to whom ever wants to describe you, by your individual markings. Sort of a scarlet letter or resembling the tattooing inscribed on the slaves of the Roman masters that originally put it into practice. In order to show who the slave belonged to. Or like a brand that they put on herd animals. The worst being like the numbers put upon the arms of concentration victims by their Nazi tormentors. Yeah .. now that's the ticket. Let's mark ourselves so that we can never escape identification from those who want to search us out for what ever reason. Then regret it for the rest of out lives. Hoping that they will be able to provide for their children a foundation that will avoid the need for them getting a tattoo.








