MaksCorenWylt

That time history lessons were passed out in the tattoo thread, and like a whip, it was dusted out of the records, with only about three other threads. Rumor has it, there was a lot of info about the origins of tattoos and the rules. Almost glad it's gone, almost. It does free me up to go to shows and there's a divination in Oakland on the 28th.

Met Kamaiyah in the streets, while I was walking around downtown Oakland.

Isn't everyone? Probably. I don't own firearms. Seen a lot of them. Just never thought, until recently, that they were necessary.

Norway. SWIM

My old friend, Simone Anne Lang, took this in a bar in Oakland, CA. In the instance that she left very little in words about the photo, I decided to start writing about it, with her permission. I like the lounging, yet tensed pose that she put me in. My hands each have this end that they reach, and the viewer can't see the drink in my hand. There's another drink, implying another person was sitting down. Where'd that person go? I'd assume the drink that was unseen would be known only to anyone physically in the bar at the time. So, I'm not even sure that the viewer can see any sort of connection to a conversation, other than between the room itself and its inhabitant, since it would have to be specific to know what a person was served, what the other person was drinking, and how the two personalities were affected. Who tended bar? I think that's the most important question. I believe that the person in the photo has a lot on his mind. Plans to take care of, maybe. I almost have this, "Come one, don't be an idiot," look on my face. Simone said to look as pimp as possible! which was the best direction from a photographer that I have heard in my interactions with them. The table is real marble, the sofas are old as shit, and the rug reveals a sort of danger, reflecting the knight in the corner, and an inception of war is added. Old knights practiced alchemy, and in this picture, there is no sword in the knight's hand. Why? Must have been a decision about having a giant metal blade in a bar like The Avenue. The owner, whose name will not be written, is a good friend. It was about 14 years before I saw this photographer again, about a week ago. Maks Coren Wylt

Gun collectors are strangely enough, some of the most paranoid people I know. I like that about them. Makes me feel like they're paying attention.

As long as we're on this ridiculous topic, a tranny prostitute, or what I assume was, identified herself as "not a girl" the other night. I was a little off put, because in my memories and stories past down to me, that phrase meant that she wasn't a street walker, and in 2016, it means she might have a dick.

Cheerios

Edward Fitzgerald's rendering of Rubainat of Omar Khannam

What, we can't give tampons anymore? I'm a little upset.

Haha he got stamped Iike that on purpose. What a prick. Sorry, just sayin.

Sent him a Facebook message about Tattoo 13 and its recent work. Sonju and I are working on a translation of some works.

Crow. Some Muslims made it. Took one look, and decided that I wasn't exactly eating what I thought I was. Had to do some research.

Gods of the metropolis. Wish they'd bring me some burning man rv caravans to weave through the desert.

TAKUT! You just go back to eating some pizza by the pound, Ralphy.

Dear Fist, Where is the hyena, and what have you done with the tattoo thread? Maks

Pursuing a meal.

Currently writing in an undisclosed location, about the studies I've done in darker streets of Oakland, and the various cities that I visit. I donned the graff writer cap for a second time, but it's another name that I use for that. Anyone who wants to read, pm me. By the by, Tattoo 13 has quite the story going on around Temescal. Maks Coren Wylt Light Tracking Project, 2016 All rights reserved

Give her some ketamine. Then she'll be a horse.

That bitch is in a Raiders colored Nets jersey.