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You hear the buzz. Your body is tense. The needle goes in. The ink flows. You begin to relax. Your mind wonders. Black and grays. Traditional.  Oriental. It's mesmerizes your soul. You are lost in the moment. Minutes turn to hours. It's all done. It is there. On your body. For the world to see. Permanent ink.
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
Permanent Ink
You hear the buzz. Your body is tense. The needle goes in. The ink flows. You begin to relax. Your mind wonders. Black and grays. Traditional.  Oriental. It's mesmerizes your soul. You are lost in the moment. Minutes turn to hours. It's all done. It is there. On your body. For the world to see. Permanent ink.
I am in the parlor at this moment getting inked.
silent-screams
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
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