He's got an itch for a new tattoo, he texts me, out of the blue, with a selfie of his torso. I guess if he walks down this road and ends up with my name on him somewhere 🤷🏻‍♀️. I am fully aware 👁 of what that costs. But, I bite. I punch too. And I do not like biting into bullshit or punching air. It frustrates me then angers me then angry hexes fly out of my nipples. That's just the way it is, the way I am, so don't be a bitch boy, take it to the floor or get out my door. 

[image withheld - except from my sister, who was like, you gotta be shitting me 🤭🤭🤭]

Methinks he might need a blog name soon 🤔 I will mull that 🤔

what comes naturally - blackberry smoke