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When I got my second tattoo, I remember feeling pain for the first half hour or so. The next couple hours felt numb and kind of good. The pain was kind of delicious and delivering. I wasn't going to say delivering, but when I typed delicious, word prediction suggested it, and it fit. Heh. Ignore me. Anyway, the pain was so intense, it eventually was null.
One brick over the other. Hurts. One stone after the other. Hurts. One claw after the other. Fuck it. Fuck everything. I have great friends, dammit. I have my kids, dammit. I have my booze, dammit. I have my poetry, my art, my choices, my life. Where was I? Oh, yes. Before sickness came home, we were telling her about Seb's college trip. Let's do that again. Before he came back to shut me up when I wasn't even saying anything, I was planning a trip to meet Rob and Emma. Before goodbyes, walk away, the rotting, the flies, the foam cups, the lost batteries, the emails, the texts, the calls, the bad friends, the unreal, the paper blocks, the fucking jokes! The fucking jokes! Really? Why! Why do that? Why? What do you feel? Do you kill animals, too? I mean... do you?
Before the shirt... I was saying... I was living... I was free.
I'll walk myself out. I choose life. I'm done sitting in this station.
When I got my second tattoo, I remember feeling pain for the first half hour or so. The next couple hours felt numb and kind of good. The pain was kind of delicious and delivering. I wasn't going to say delivering, but when I typed delicious, word prediction suggested it, and it fit. Heh. Ignore me. Anyway, the pain was so intense, it eventually was null.
One brick over the other. Hurts. One stone after the other. Hurts. One claw after the other. Fuck it. Fuck everything. I have great friends, dammit. I have my kids, dammit. I have my booze, dammit. I have my poetry, my art, my choices, my life. Where was I? Oh, yes. Before sickness came home, we were telling her about Seb's college trip. Let's do that again. Before he came back to shut me up when I wasn't even saying anything, I was planning a trip to meet Rob and Emma. Before goodbyes, walk away, the rotting, the flies, the foam cups, the lost batteries, the emails, the texts, the calls, the bad friends, the unreal, the paper blocks, the fucking jokes! The fucking jokes! Really? Why! Why do that? Why? What do you feel? Do you kill animals, too? I mean... do you?
Before the shirt... I was saying... I was living... I was free.
I'll walk myself out. I choose life. I'm done sitting in this station.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian