? think you're mixing him up with someone else,
he's an artist/writer, though could make a violin sing and a listener cry 
? think you're mixing him up with someone else,
Tennessee! all sweet green hills, woodland, plenty of rain, plenty of sun
I have none - I've never had the desire. Something of a rarity these days it seems. Between my vanity for my skin and my fear/dislike of needles, I doubt I'll ever lose my tattoo virginity. So to speak. Haha!
I'm assuming people still ask you what it means. Some of the characters remind me of some metal yard art I've purchased over the years.
Dance party orgy invitation and RSVP. Why not, it's as good as guess as a grocery list.
I'm finding it more difficult these days to find good metal yard art - basic figures but not outlandish or outsized. Or outside of my wallet's range. There used to be a local metalworker that supplied one of the nurseries, but no more.
But I don't keep her in the yard. I'm afraid someone would run off with her. So I keep her in the living room. I'm quite fond of her.
I can see how that works.
Not really, although I used to do so more. When one can't find it... one can't collect it. I don't like to overdo it - accent pieces, not a menagerie. But I did have some very cool ones. Basic metal "cutouts" secured to a metal pole to stake in the ground. But they were awesome. I had a lady with wild hair dancing with a flower, of course kokopelli, a crescent moon with a star hanging from it... among others. Have no more. (A longish fairly undramatic story.)
I did recently acquire a solid concrete chicken. Painted purple.
Drunken cats, drunken buddies... but the duck was sober, right?
An adequate explanation for cradling the duck and weeping over it or for still being friends?
