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NEEDLES


 INK




 A PERFORMANCE


 PERMANENTLY



   ETCHED

 J.M. HEMMINGS

 I  am  hyperconscious, gun  as it pierces my skin,
 traversing  the  middle over and over, multiple times
 ground between a buzzing  a second. It is relentless,
 adrenalin high and flat  out  merciless, beautiful.
 fight-or-flight  panic.  The
 release of endorphins,  a  I swallow slowly, my sticky
 steady  flow for  the first  saliva like damp cotton in my
 three hours or so, has  mouth. A sour taste lingers
 slowed to a weak dribble; no  in the  region  of my molars;
 longer can they effectively  is it  hunger  or  fear?  The
 counteract  the pain.  The  tattooist’s breath is hot
 buzzing is omnipresent; the  and humid on the side of my
 hubbub  of the crowd in the  neck, like a teasing lover or
 icy  expo  hall,  its  excessive  a smirking schoolyard bully.
 air-conditioned  chill  draped  His unflinching eyes are
 over me like a  damp sheet,  on the lines his mechanical
 the uneven but ceaseless  needle is permanently inking
 rhythm  of  hundreds  of across  the  left side  of my
 conversations,  peppered chest, his nitrile-gloved hand   I am in a foreign city in a foreign land. I’ve been to Taipei twice before;
 with laughter and expletives,  steady and unwavering as he   the first was when I landed in Taiwan, a twenty-one-year-old university
 all  of  it  in a  language I’m  burns the black lines across   graduate who, up until that point, had never flown in an aeroplane, let
 only  slightly  familiar  with.  my skin. Blood beads from   alone set foot on alien soil. Now I have been in this country for over
 The  droning  hum  of the  the wounds; a feeble protest
 cooling  system fans nearby,  from my flesh at the  mass   a year, and when the opportunity arose to have a master Taiwanese
 monotonous and indifferent,  mutilation  it  is suffering.   tattooist ink a drawing of mine permanently onto my skin, I snatched it
 provides a steady, sonorous  Three hours down, and we’re   with both eager hands. Normally I wouldn’t have been able to afford
 background  note.  But maybe past the halfway point.   the services of a master of Shefu Tsai’s calibre, but I was offered a
 dominating  all,  drowning  large discount on the regular price if I would agree to be tattooed at
 out these other buzzes, is the  Maybe.   the Taipei Tattoo Convention – Taiwan’s largest gathering of tattoo
 acidic gnawing of the tattoo
             artists and ink fanatics – in front of thousands of people.
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