MUSINK 2010!
by Los on Feb.08, 2010, under Feburary Tattoos, Music, Tattooing, Thoughts
Leave a Comment more...poison oak cover
by Los on Feb.02, 2010, under Music, Thoughts
such a good cover. find the link. this girl covers a lot of good songs..
We know who our enemies are…
by Los on Feb.02, 2010, under Thoughts
Save my skin, I need a medic
Hold me down, I’m only sewn down.
Save my teeth, show me you meant it
Catch my death, I’m only sewn together.
My eyelids are heavy, and the night’s wearing on
Your story’s familiar, and your innocence is gone
We’d burn like the morning then break like your heart
Fall in love without warning just to fall back apart
All fevered and blistered, with nothing at stake
I feel the warmth of her whisper, and the cold of my mistakes
Her soul in the balance, my heart in her hands
I made her a widow, she made me a man.
-mwY
Tattoo- jan 30th
by Los on Jan.31, 2010, under January Tattoos, Tattooing, Tattoos 2010
Leave a Comment more...One of 50 thousand
by Los on Jan.30, 2010, under Thoughts
In generosity and helping others, be like the river.
In compassion and grace, be like the sun.
In concealing others’ faults, be like the night.
In anger and fury, be as if you have died.
In modesty and humility, be as the earth.
In tolerance, be like the sea.
Appear as you are, or be as you appear.
-Rumi
Love is a Stranger
by Los on Jan.29, 2010, under Thoughts
“The Intellectual versus the Lover”
The intellectual is always showing off;
the lover is always getting lost.
The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.
Intellectuals plan their repose;
lovers are ashamed to rest.
The lover is always alone,
even surrounded by people;
like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who gies to the trouble
of giving advice to a lover
gets nothing.
He’s mocked by passion.
Love is the musk.
It attracts attention.
Love is a tree,
and the lovers are its shade.
- Rumi (a lover)
the cure for pain, is in the pain
by Los on Jan.29, 2010, under Thoughts
The cure for pain is in the pain,
so it’s there that you’ll find me.
Until again I forget,
and again he reminds me,
“Hear my voice in your head,
and think of me kindly.”
Let me be, let me be..
Lowered down like a casket
and buried just below her chest.
“Whatever I was searching for,
it was never you,” she says.
The record ended long ago,
we go on dancing nonetheless.
I opened like a locket,
“If you’re ever cold,” I wrote,
“there’s warmth inside me.
I’m the pocket of an old winter coat.”
But where she used to say “I need you.”
Now….”I don’t.”
You’d only make the softest sound,
like sugar pouring into tea.
Darling let your Self pour down
and dissolve into the Love
who revealed himself there quietly to me.
if you havent heard this song already. i suggest you read and listen to it. you wont sleep the same.
More paintings from jan 2010
by Los on Jan.27, 2010, under Paintings
Here are some more paintings from this month. The woodblock is no longer for sale. The other is from a tattoo I started.









