Mountains, and mountains of watercolor paper... all filled with roses, skulls, and other thing. Things screaming to be permanently fused to skin... to walk with a living soul... to be with them till death.
Illustrated tales to tell their friends, and family... scars of true love, pain, or maybe just a wild night. Markers of mastery over pain...
I'm working hard for the honor of giving them that -- for doing the work of Shamans, circus workers, and sailors.
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