Aww, tongue young love. Here we have Babylovedoll and her fella sharing a tenderish moment at sunset, by the lake, apparently.
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Tag: Body Modification
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Baby, You Are Gonna Miss That Plane
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Walking a Cheetah
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Somebody get this man a lifetime membership! Err:
Lord’s Gym is a sports outreach center desinged to give young people an outlet and alternative in today’s world. Not only does Lord’s gym provide weight training and cardiovascular training, it also provides mentoring. Lord’s Gym believes the best in young people and gives them an avenue to forsee thier potential and future. Lord’s Gym also features boxing, kickboxing, cardio classes, Hip Hop breakdancing, indoor basketball court, game consoles, pool tables and much more.
Oh, right. So, not really a membership situation, then? Carry on.
(Tattoo by Sean Walrad at Pikes Peak Tattoo in Colorado Springs, Colorado.)
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Nice Guys, Terrible Moving Company
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John Kid, right, is the head piercer of The Piercing Lounge, in Madison, Wisconsin. Karcus is one of his longest piercing apprentices. This was John Kid’s first pulling (he’s done many suspensions), and both of their first throat pullings.
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Drawing Blood in Defence
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And here we have another to add to the ranks of the most-impressive scarification submissions lately, this time from Gibi Body Art in Brasilia, Brazil. And sorry about the delay in posts this afternoon, ModBloggers, there was some Internet trouble at the office. And by “office” I mean the closet in the guest-room. We’ll definitely have another couple posts up before bedtime, though, so worry not.
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Lucid Interval
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And so here we have Nihilist (foreground), sporting the latest in, um, big-ass bones in his septum. Also, a Cephalic Carnage shirt, a band ye olde Wikipedia describes as “deathgrind,” which is one of the most bad-ass compound words English has to offer. I knew a guy in high school who loved their music, which sort of sounds like a fighter jet raping a tank, but I’m glad they exist, if for no other reason than to ensure terms like “deathgrind” remain active in the lexicon. And of course, the background mustache really ties the whole thing together, as always.
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