"On a journey, ill:
my dream goes wandering
over withered fields." is Basho's Death Poem. It's a beautiful piece, and, in hirigana, one and a half verses are going on each wrist, in memorial of my mother.
On my neck is where the demon shall lay. Chernobog, the Russian pagan god of death and malice is peering out through a gash on both sides of my neck. It won't look gory. Because, that's retarded. Also attaching the kanji for silence along the sides of the tattoo.
my dream goes wandering
over withered fields." is Basho's Death Poem. It's a beautiful piece, and, in hirigana, one and a half verses are going on each wrist, in memorial of my mother.
On my neck is where the demon shall lay. Chernobog, the Russian pagan god of death and malice is peering out through a gash on both sides of my neck. It won't look gory. Because, that's retarded. Also attaching the kanji for silence along the sides of the tattoo.
