Milo "Mr Lucky" Marcer

This month we chat about micro tattoos…. Micro tattoos have gained popularity in recent years, with many people opting for these small, minimalist designs. However, while you may think micro tattoos look cool, there are several drawbacks to this trend that should be considered before getting one. Firstly, the size of micro tattoos means that they often lack detail and can blur over time. This is especially true for designs that are intricate or have fine lines. As the tattoo ages and the lines start to blur, the once-precise design can become a smudged mess. Additionally, micro tattoos can be expensive for their size. Despite being small in scale, the intricate work required to create a detailed design can make the price of a micro tattoo comparable to that of a larger, more detailed tattoo. This can be especially frustrating if the tattoo ends up fading or blurring over time. Finally, the trend towards micro tattoos can also lead to poor decision-making when it comes to tattoo pla

 In light of what we are seeing in the world today, specially in the US, I am always reminded of this song. In 76 this was an issue and it's half a century later and it feels more relevant than ever, why must people live in fear for being themselves, in fear of living when those around them do so without a thought for anyone else. We have allowed those loudest voices to rob us of compassion and love for one another, we have allowed them to brow beat us into hiding who we are, who our kids are, and in turn robbing us all of a future. I am not as kind as Rod about those that killed Georgie, in that time ignorance my have been a factor, today however this is not ignorance, this is malevolence, orchestrated hate. If this song doesn't touch you, go take a hard look in the mirror, I bet you won't like what you see. Oh yeah In these days of changing ways So called liberated days A story comes to mind of a friend of mine Georgie boy was gay I guess Nothin' more or nothin' l

  It's us, there are many of us, we hide at night For fear of motorists, linotypists We are the black cats, we are pessimists We are bad thoughts and we have nothing to eat How deep is the sea How deep is the sea [Verse 2] Father, you were a great hunter of quail and pheasants Chase away these flies that won't let me sleep Which make me angry How deep is the sea How deep is the sea It's useless, there's no more work, there's no more decorum God or whoever is trying to divide us To hurt us, to drown us How deep is the sea How deep is the sea [Verse 4] With the force of blackmail, the man became someone He also raised the dead, opened up prisons He blocked six trains with related wagons For a moment it elevated the poor man to a difficult role to maintain Then he dropped him, crying and screaming, alone in the middle of the sea How deep is the sea [Verse 5] Then by itself the scream became a drum And the poor as a flash in the sky sure He started a war to conquer that

There is a song by Bruce Springsteen from the album Nebraska that goes like this My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue Now my ma she fingers her wedding band And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could but he just can't Well if I could I swear I know just what I'd do Now mister the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again Now the neighbors come from near and far As we pull up in our brand new used car I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye My dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to mornin' Me I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn The soun