Just woke from a dream where through mishap and fortune I found myself transformed in to St. Claus (pronounced not like "claws" but like "clouse") the punk rock spirit of Xmas. With snowflake tattoos teardrop-style under my eye, a white t-shirt with a hand drawn Dead Kennedys logo on it, black suspenders, red jeans with the cuffs rolled to reveal white undersides looking kinda like the traditiona
l puffy white stuff at the trim of Santa Claus's pants. The jeans were rolled and cuffed high enough to reveal shiny black Doc Martins. I had a mohawk that was white at the base, and red about an inch up from that. Other than that, I still had all of my regular tattoos and such, oh, and my beard had turned white. It was really weird. Really weird. *shrug*
l puffy white stuff at the trim of Santa Claus's pants. The jeans were rolled and cuffed high enough to reveal shiny black Doc Martins. I had a mohawk that was white at the base, and red about an inch up from that. Other than that, I still had all of my regular tattoos and such, oh, and my beard had turned white. It was really weird. Really weird. *shrug*