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DON'T get an Evril tattoo. Please. I will never speak to you again.
Just... you have to have some symbol that has some sort of special meaning, right? Don't you like movies? Music? Is there some shape you like, some symbol you find attractive? Is there something you like looking at? I know you're probably shaking your head, but you MUST have something? Tattoos are suppose to have meaning. Don't you want to move to LA? Don't you want to be an actress? Just think about what you like, and figure out how you could make a tattoo out of that.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends. |