New ink for Savannah

[perezoso]

At the parlor, post-coital and hungover, Savannah scanned the wall for a suitable design, death metal blaring in the topanga boutique. Chili Bob, proprietor and resident ink gun artiste, was putting the final touches to a chromatic parrot on the well-formed back of a muchacha from North Hollywood. The sword and sorcery type of tattoos--skeletons, skulls, horsemen, pentagrams, big breasted vixens and aryan warriors frozen on their way to valhalla--Savannah would avoid, though she did, at least secretly, admire the Harley flags and eagles. Passing over confederate flags, scorpions, coiled rattlers, cannabis leaves, and stratocasters, she absorbed the more cartoony glyphs--Bugs Bunny, Felix the Cat, Yosemite Sam, Tweetie Bird, Bambi, Bart Simpson, and so forth--but they were too silly and reminded her of Josh, her ex-boyfriend.

The gangster types of tats amused her: riding across the wall as if they were in a '65 impala were jokers, jacks of diamonds, dice, knives, Westside PBs, Eastsidahs, gats, 818s, 187s, 5150s, Retaliation, EME, Te Amo Siempres to whomever; she had, however, decided on a more feminine pattern--something like a butterfly, rose, a yin and a yang, perhaps a celtic knot or braid--a few weeks earlier. Savannah already had a crescent moon on her upper right arm, whch she had etched on her after a wild weekend in Santa Cruz, subsequent to her passing her Introduction to Literature with Miss Charlie at Cuesta College.

She considered piercing her clitoris, but she was a bit reluctant to let Chili do it. She noted a sort of abstract pattern, vaguely Native American, which she thought would decorate her lower back, right above her ass, rather nicely. Indeed the pattern would entertain anyone, man or woman, lucky enough to be doggy humping Savannah. With a clit ring added to the pattern, she would be set for the summer's indulgences.

She approached Chili at work in his inner sanctum--
"Hey Chili how much for this eskimo tat if I get my clit pierced too?" Chili, a slight longhaired Bandido, turned and smiled. " Come back here darlin' and we'll work out the details." She assented to Chili's command, and this was to be her undoing, for a few minutes later, she was abducted by some IE thugs, injected with chiba, put in the back of a white econoline, and starring as a Pahrump cum receptacle that evening.

[stilltrucking]

I have to admire your freedom to write like that I could never do it, just a mumbo jumbo kind of superstitious thing.

[perezoso]

"To those who do not know the world is on fire I have nothing to say." Brecht

[judih]

slam bam tattoo shazammm


now, tell me that superwoman flew through the broken back door and saved savannah.

saviours are cool


judih

[perezoso]

Unfortunately a savior or a Superwoman did not arrive in time, but after a few years of servicing truckers, Hell's Angels, LA guys in vegas on fight nights, geeks from conventions, and so on, I think, if I remember correctly, that Savannah and some of her galpals started a Nevada Sex Workers Union. She did get a tat eventually though: "Property of the Chicken Ranch," located on her strongest asset.

Forgive me seester.

[judih]

pere, senor, i know that you're merely reporting what needs to be told.

i appreciate the luxurious attention to detail and faithful adherence to fact.

judih
(sending immediate reiki to savannah with hopes that her most labial parts are intact)

[Lightning Rod]

zoso--beautifully compact and evocative and twisted.

[perezoso]

thanks man.

"The sicker you get the harder it is to remember if you took your medicine." Dr. Carlin

[stilltrucking]

Very true. Mr Carlin,

There is a novel, I suppose you could call it that, God Is A Gun.
It had a price on it. It was a work of fiction. I did not by it but I did read it. I still feel like I was "porned". But of course I porned myself. So I wondered is that a news report, a factual story or is it a work a fiction?

The novel does not exist. I mean I can't find it anywhere, books in print, library of congress, Amazon, google. There is a song by that title by Otep I think.

"I am an ancient tree,"


that is rotten to the core
merely a sickness
nothing more.

[Totenkopf]

Not half bad, Senor 'Zoso!