PAUL.
PAUL, WAKE UP.
YOU’RE DOING THAT THING AGAIN, WITH THE CRYING AND THE HAND MOTIONS. IT LOOKS LIKE YOU’RE TYPING AND FILING. I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN PUTTING IN A LOT OF OVERTIME BECAUSE YOU’RE AFRAID OF BEING LAID OFF, BUT I HONESTLY THINK YOU’RE HAVING NIGHTMARES WHERE YOU’RE JUST WORKING AT YOUR JOB.
IN YOUR SLEEP.
YOU NEED A BREAK, PAUL. THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS JOB SECURITY ANYMORE. IT ISN’T WORTH THIS.
SHHHHHHH. YOU’RE STILL CRYING. JUST BREATHE.
ARE YOU OLDER THAN JESUS?
No.
ARE YOU OLDER THAN PLASTIC?
Yes.
DID YOU INVENT PLASTIC?
No.
WILL YOU THROW THE RINGS FROM PLASTIC SODA BOTTLES AT ME SO I CAN PLAY WITH THEM?
Yes.
I LOVE YOU.
THOUGHT YOU COULD STEAL HIM AWAY FROM ME, DIDN’T YOU, SHELLY?
WELL YOU CAN’T, BECAUSE WE WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER.
RUN ALONG HOME NOW. THERE’S NOTHING LEFT FOR YOU HERE.
This is my new tattoo, two days old. It is done by a dear friend of mine, Ben Graham at Mystery Ink in Newcastle, NSW. Basically, I got this tattoo because I loved the fish I drew so much that I wanted them on me forever. Ben drew the tail, so its kind of like a colaboration between the two of us, which I really like. Its my first one. Three solid hours of tattooing. Go big or go home, I say. Haha.
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Dressing up.
Comfort Hug
empire of liberty (by Diogo Hornburg)
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I got this a year ago on my back :)
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