My Gun Fires Forever Bullets
You see this? This is my weapon, and it fires memories.
They can be as small and as personal as your favorite animal, poised forever on a tiny patch of skin only you will ever see. Something secret and intimate and just for you.
They can be marks of pride and camaraderie, badges, patches and crests affixed forever on your arms, displayed to the world as a reminder of what you once were.
They can be great art, your skin turned into a living canvas, a triumph of your vision and my skill.
They can as simple as a line, simply to enhance the line of your body, or a word, whispering a name forever.
My weapon fires these things in a moment, and they last forever. Things of beauty and wonder and hate and anger and fear and remembrance. Things that will make you forever what you chose to embed.
Think carefully, before you ask me to pull that trigger.
So, which side of your face do you want your girlfriend’s name on?