Night before last: I was in a strange scummy shopping centre, I mean the shops were lovely but it was just a little bit dodge. I was looking for a spinning ring that I can't quite describe to you frantically in an empty shop in a dark-wood armoire. Eventually I found it and I popped up in a garden with my 2 of my friends. Strange
Last night: Dr Robert Ray was a tattoo artist and I got this huge tattoo on the back of my leg.
It was the Maori word for "Fire" in gold and orange lettering, a washing line and some birds. I felt so horrible afterwards because I didn't like it and I had this bizarre complex about going to hell because I had destroyed my body. Then eventually I woke up.
Last night: Dr Robert Ray was a tattoo artist and I got this huge tattoo on the back of my leg.
It was the Maori word for "Fire" in gold and orange lettering, a washing line and some birds. I felt so horrible afterwards because I didn't like it and I had this bizarre complex about going to hell because I had destroyed my body. Then eventually I woke up.
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