OHMUHGODBANNANA!!!
I had a dream where I was at a tattoo & piercing parlor to get 4 holes punched through the flesh on my head, and then get metal and plastic accessories put into those holes, like so many faceless automations before me. I was with a few guys I knew from high school. Quite the rowdy bunch. Most of them already tatted and pierced. Rugged. Foolhardy and wry in their humor, yet able to hold an air of common decency about them.
My kind of people. Or so I would think.
The parlor was brightly lit in a florescent white, as if to say "At least we look sanitized." This was made more apparent by the darkness outside, indicating that the day was well into the PM. It was pretty quiet for the most part, but in a sense that everyone's chatter was faint. Like I turned the volume down, or had to pop my eardrums. I noticed a hot blonde chick in a black tank top talking, but it didn't really matter if I'd heard what about. I remember taking a look at all the assorted plugs and clips and doo-dads of all different shapes and colors. A little oddly sculpted, neon green spike, meant to go in your earlobe, stood out to me for some reason. Maybe it was just my subconscious appreciation for the way it was crafted that attracted me to it. I sure as hell wasn't gonna walk around with it inserted into my person. Well, not while I was feeling utterly sane at least.
The time for blood spilling and spiritual ascendence through pain meditation had arrived. I'm not sure how or why I came to order 1 ear and 3 lip piercings, and was suppose to wear diverse metal loops in the lip ones, while a beige version of the neat spike I mentioned earlier went in the left ear. A bit overkill for my tastes. And therein lies the paradox and feelings of infidelity. So many attractive features detract from my very nature. Maybe that was the point. It makes sense, for some shallow, delusive reason. I probably would've done something like that in the past. Hell, I probably have, to a lesser extent. But I've evolved from that state of mind since then. So why would I do something like that? Maybe I'd planned to only have the piercings in temporarily? To see what it was like? That makes more sense than the former reason. Still though, I had the feeling I wasn't being true to myself, which would indicate that I was doing it for a superficial purpose. To fit in? Yeah, that's just weird. It totally contradicts how I am now. I'm all for doing interesting shit, but not at the cost of losing myself, even if I am in good company. I think "conforming" is the word I'm looking for, but not quite. Meh, enough big words.
One day, I shall buy myself a straitjacket off eBay.
I think I'll quit bergstom's so I can watch movies during the week. The lack of cinema is seriously killing me.
I had a dream where I was at a tattoo & piercing parlor to get 4 holes punched through the flesh on my head, and then get metal and plastic accessories put into those holes, like so many faceless automations before me. I was with a few guys I knew from high school. Quite the rowdy bunch. Most of them already tatted and pierced. Rugged. Foolhardy and wry in their humor, yet able to hold an air of common decency about them.
My kind of people. Or so I would think.
The parlor was brightly lit in a florescent white, as if to say "At least we look sanitized." This was made more apparent by the darkness outside, indicating that the day was well into the PM. It was pretty quiet for the most part, but in a sense that everyone's chatter was faint. Like I turned the volume down, or had to pop my eardrums. I noticed a hot blonde chick in a black tank top talking, but it didn't really matter if I'd heard what about. I remember taking a look at all the assorted plugs and clips and doo-dads of all different shapes and colors. A little oddly sculpted, neon green spike, meant to go in your earlobe, stood out to me for some reason. Maybe it was just my subconscious appreciation for the way it was crafted that attracted me to it. I sure as hell wasn't gonna walk around with it inserted into my person. Well, not while I was feeling utterly sane at least.
The time for blood spilling and spiritual ascendence through pain meditation had arrived. I'm not sure how or why I came to order 1 ear and 3 lip piercings, and was suppose to wear diverse metal loops in the lip ones, while a beige version of the neat spike I mentioned earlier went in the left ear. A bit overkill for my tastes. And therein lies the paradox and feelings of infidelity. So many attractive features detract from my very nature. Maybe that was the point. It makes sense, for some shallow, delusive reason. I probably would've done something like that in the past. Hell, I probably have, to a lesser extent. But I've evolved from that state of mind since then. So why would I do something like that? Maybe I'd planned to only have the piercings in temporarily? To see what it was like? That makes more sense than the former reason. Still though, I had the feeling I wasn't being true to myself, which would indicate that I was doing it for a superficial purpose. To fit in? Yeah, that's just weird. It totally contradicts how I am now. I'm all for doing interesting shit, but not at the cost of losing myself, even if I am in good company. I think "conforming" is the word I'm looking for, but not quite. Meh, enough big words.
One day, I shall buy myself a straitjacket off eBay.
I think I'll quit bergstom's so I can watch movies during the week. The lack of cinema is seriously killing me.
that was unpleasant.
I think i've been watching it way too much recently.
And no they werent hot bitches, i just have a very long fuse, but they were burning it fast with the moronic talk.