zzzzzzzzzt.
zzzzzzzzzt.
vvvvrrrrrr.
the needle digs deeper.
I am elated, in a trance of pain induced euphoria.
The closest I'll ever get to getting off.
zzzzzzt.
zzzzt.
vvvvvvrrrrrrve.
The tingle travels down my back, through my leg, and to my toes.
I wiggle them a bit and savor the flagrant shock.
I wouldn't say it hurts, but rather it fills, solders, and distracts.
it fills vindictive voids with ink, injected ink.
it solders the flapping painful edges of despair.
it distracts from the emotionless apathy long enough to convince me that I do indeed feel.
pain is like a drug, addictive and ironically sobering.
zzztttt.
vvvvvvverve.
zzzzzzzzzt.
the needle stops, wiped clean by a paper towel.
Gill asks me a question about NOFX.
I ungrip the pillow long enough to mumble an answer,
then go back to my white-knuckled bliss.
zzzzzzzt.
vvvverve.
zzzzzzzt.
my sucker has been staturated with salavia.
almost sucked down to nonexistance.
I crunch the last bit between my teeth and think to myself,
when's the time I can a get another tattoo?
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above is my new tattoo btw! Trent canceled our date yet again...so I got a tattoo instead :)
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