Morning glory

Its 7.47am, the moon has given up its nightly peeping, and I’m awake - before the sun - hawking my wares like a confused sex worker.  That’s a joke.  I’m never confused.  And I’ve only ever traded my bodys limited capacity for useful quest items - potato snacks, gold rings, magic beans.  What quest I hear you yawn?  The quest, the constant struggle, to bring you, beloved reader, new tattoo designs to adorn your beautiful body with.  Protection amulets for the skin.  Truthful reflections of power.  Permanent armour to protect the mind.  Each dermal prick is a release of anxiety, a builder of confidence and an attractor of sex.*

* Shitjesus can not guarantee the quality of sex attracted.  However, in fairness, I’ve heard that it’s meant to look like that, and it, like, does happen to every guy.

The year of the 2023 is done.  The year of the 2024 has begun.  Its fucking relentless, it really is.