Tuesday, September 18, 2012

New blackie

Just sold this one to Joey Mcchan at Alki beach tattoo, thanks man hope you enjoy it.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Tattoo machine

Just finished this one up stoked to use it. It's up for grabs if your interested

Monday, September 10, 2012

Christians hand

Got to do this on my buddy Christian, he is the owner of http://www.thebelfryoddities.com it's a supper cool shop with lots of great stuff at good prices.

Thursday, August 16, 2012


Got Tattooed from my buddy Carlos with a homage rotary

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Monday, February 20, 2012


One more Indian
Stoked to see this one healed http://www.undertheneedle.net/matt.htm

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Masters Of War

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

Bob Dylan