And I Go in Fear


I’ll confess that I did not recognize this hideous mutant as the “MSI pony,” but was instead attracted to it due to (1) the fact that its coloring is fairly unconventional but quite well executed, and (2) my inexplicable fascination with artistic representations of nightmarish animal hybrids and disfigurements (etc., etc.). And hey, I think this unicorn/fawn/octopus mash-up fits in nicely. For the record, when it comes to my favorite tattoo genres: food and monstrous animal concoctions. Hey now.

(Tattoo by James Clouser at Lucky 13 Tattoos & Piercings in Kutztown, Pennsylvania.)

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“I’m Full of Tricks”


Hey, it’s our old friend Pauly! Been a while since we’ve seen him around these parts, and apparently, he has some sort of fleshy alien creature living on his face, devouring his life force. The harder he tries to pull it off, the larger it grows. These parasitic space monsters have no class whatsoever.

(Sorry for the late start today—again. It’s been a bad week for technology at the Ginsberg residence. I’ll not make a habit of this tomfoolery.)

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This Week in BME


On this Friday the 13th, let us reflect on what we’ve learned from horror movies: You cannot kill Jason—you can only make him angrier. You can send him to New York, you can send him to Hell or you can send him to outer goddamn space…doesn’t matter. You’re just pissing him off. Perhaps it’s time to resign yourself to the fate that awaits you: no matter what you try to do, you are going to be killed by a psychotic hell-demon in a hockey mask, and tough shit.

(Tattoo by Billy Toller at Cherry Bomb Tattoos from New Port Richey, Florida, and the 2009 Philadelphia Tattoo Arts Convention.)

Well, quite a whirlwind of a week this time around, no? Let’s refresh our memories:

We spoke with Mike Beer, he of the numerous wholly tasteless tattoos. Reactions, as usual, were mixed at best. Evidently, not everyone is ready for “rape time.”

Atlanta kisses some ass (in the form of a tribute tattoo) to get an apprenticeship with Sean Philips. Mercifully, it worked.

There is a damn eyeball in that guy’s armpit!

We all told some great stories about getting our septums pierced.

The Flying Pink Sausage entered our lives.

We learned a simple lesson: Money talks and bullshit walks.

Alice got naked in the snow, just because.

Nacho’s first suspension was a complete success.

And that’s it for us today, folks. We’ll be around over the weekend though, as per usual. Sorry about no podcast this week—there were some scheduling conflicts with one great guest we had lined up, but we should be getting in touch with him in the next couple of days, so don’t you worry. At any rate, stay safe, have a good weekend, and as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

Reece Gets His Face Peeled


I have to admit, for a split second when I saw these shots of Reece’s facial cuttings by Iestyn, my thought was, “When did Lucky Diamond Rich stretch his nostrils?!” The full-facial black tattoo is pretty high on the list of radical transformations a person can undergo, but when it’s well executed (as it certainly is in this case), the result is really wonderful, I think, and I’m very curious to see how these healed scars add to Reece’s appearance! Some procedural shots after the jump.

(Scarification by Iestyn at Diamond Jack’s in London, England.)

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