I lay in bed, face down, staring into space. The tattooist
up the jeans, then I feel that my shaves and prepares his instrument. I see nothing, I can only be based on hearing and touch. After a while
'incomprehensible noise starts.
Offhand I think "Okay, it does not so bad, worse than I thought." But then he begins to draw the lines of the outline and it looks like you cut me. I'm not saying that did badly, but it was the feeling that gave me a cutting. The pain varies from point to point. Absolutely the outside of the calf was the most critical. If I then describe the feeling it gave me when filled with color lines I would say that it seemed as if dug into the flesh. I know it's exaggerated and in fact was not so bad, but that was the feeling. Nesssuno Not that I've ever dug into the flesh to tell the truth.
Having to make an estimate of the overall I would say though that pain was excruciating. I realize that a person can suffer physically much more for things more serious, but anyway it was quite atrocious.
But I was happy.
E 'extr was cathartic.
feel that all the pain I try to become something physical, and somehow comes out of you is priceless ... and to make matters worse you feel free to channel all the pain, hatred and resentment, grouped yes, and throw them away, those who rail against the pain he has caused.
I give you a pain, what more could you want from life?
The tattoo is two years, two years that I have changed a lot, so you do not recognize me anymore. In this tattoo for me is everything, good and evil tried done at once. The errors that I do not want to commit. My passions (NIN in the first place, of course).
But above the center is a great emptiness, what you have left you.
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