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I had a dream that I went to get a tattoo, and for some reason had decided to get my name done across my left thigh, upside down so I could see it, just K A T E and some design. The tattoos weren't like real tattoos; they were done with a sort of sharp-bladed thing that was like a punch combined with a branding iron, where there were these little sharp bladed shapes of whatever the tattoo was and they pushed it into your skin. The tattooist started the K, and I could see after she'd already started that it was too far too the right, but by then it was too late and it would just have to be off-center.
When she pushed the tattoo-punch in, my leg fell apart into clumps of fat like stiff heaps of white maggots, run through with seeping grey liquid.
My mother and I decided it would be better to wait until there was more substance in my leg to support the tattoo.
I've been periodically squeezing my left thigh all day to see if it feels like it's rotten inside and would fall apart under pressure. I'm not sure I trust it.
Horrible brain trauma; thought I'd share.
When she pushed the tattoo-punch in, my leg fell apart into clumps of fat like stiff heaps of white maggots, run through with seeping grey liquid.
My mother and I decided it would be better to wait until there was more substance in my leg to support the tattoo.
I've been periodically squeezing my left thigh all day to see if it feels like it's rotten inside and would fall apart under pressure. I'm not sure I trust it.
Horrible brain trauma; thought I'd share.