Actually, enough good new material this month for two; and the best part is that I can assure everyone that these search strings are 100% pure and unaltered:
old schwarzenegger
ghetto bastardization
scorpio tattoo
the sickest ever
airport management humor
baltimore sushi
“Search Term Haiku” is a series wherein I examine this site’s log files and construct one or more haiku poems from search terms and phrases that led visitors to the site. Where possible, I attempt to keep the search phrases intact. However, as these are haiku poems, I do need to follow the rules.
Twenty-first century reconstituted strip mall; buried in sand but well-contained in some impermeable geodesic dome. We (A. & I) descend through the longest escalator in history into this gray-lit, half-closed-and-boarded-up mall. My tattoo artist is here. When we arrive, I have forgotten what brought me there. A new tattoo? Something else? She seems happy to see me and dusts the chair off with a towel like a barber from some olde fashioned silent movie. What’ll it be? I roll up my sleeve and show her my Scorpio tattoo. Just a touch up, I say … and (I grab a fat black magic marker and draw a circle around it) may as well do this little addition here. She seems a little confused. It does not seem to be a very well thought-out addition to the existing ink werk. A circle? I do not admit to her that it’s just my feeble attempt at covering for the fact that I don’t remember why I came down here. She goes to work on the edges of my existing ink, touching up the spots where it could stand to be a little more crisp. Before she can start on the circle though, we are interrupted. Some fifteen year old looking Girl Scout is down trying to sell my tattoo inker something (decidedly not cookies) and the inker tells this “vegan proselytizer” to get lost. That’s enough for me to sit up, wrap my tattoo in a bandage and explain that I’ll be back later. Some other errand to attend to. I’ll pay you back when I swing back next time…
