Levees

Dear Hearts,

I haven’t written a post because I don’t know what to write. I don’t know how to write.

I just called my Tatt Artist, who because of a filing mistake, didn’t have me in queue until two weeks after I’d gone to see him—like a month ago.

I hope this is not a way of God telling me I am not supposed to get the ink. I need it. I need to mark myself with the heart of The Wolf.

I don’t know what to say. I keep myself detached. If I engage the levees break. The flood waters take me.

Smoke ‘em if ya’ got ‘em. God Bless

In the name of The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; Mother Mary, Saint Brigid; Saint Jude; Saint Therese Lisieux; Saint Peter; Archangel Michael, and my Guardian Angel, Jed.

Grateful For:

Health

Family

Angel

Coffee

Cigarettes

God Be with all those who are suffering in Texas.