Sweet Blasphemy *Sequel to HOOKED*

Spider Tattoos

Giving that I have a whole entire week to sort my shit out, you'd think I had hours. I was rushing about filling bags with possessions and putting junk into boxes. "Good golly, Hugh, we're moving to California" I tried my best upper class impression but boy did I run it over with a truck the way I spoke it. I decided to hit shuffle on my speakers and If You Can't Hang by SWS rang through the place. I sang it to Hugh insinuating that he was a real life person.

God, have I become Psychopathic? Am I insane? I'm taking to a fucking stuffed oversized toy. "You really need to be social, you're going insane" I sang to myself whilst pottering about if certain items were worth taking. I could write a song about this, the whole going insane thing.

That's what I was gunna do, write a song. The only issue I had was my muse, was me going insane really gunna be the underline of this song? I guess so.

I picked up my guitar and played chords upon chords but nothing really stuck, I usually compose the music, then write the lyrics but it seemed a lot trickier. I have the words to put there but no specific order or rhythm, "come on" I pushed to myself. Fuck this is hard. I had the words but I just couldn't put the ink on paper.

I hummed and hummed but no specific words. Come on, think! I decided to just drop the whole idea for the moment, pushing the thought of not being able to write music out of my head. Maybe I lost the skill. Maybe, just maybe, I couldn't compose a song by myself. I tried to distract myself as the thoughts filled my head.

Then I thought, why don't I mark this moment of writers block. As a memory or just anything. I picked up my bag, my coat and out the door I went.

I stopped by Millie's for a cup of coffee, hoping to calm my nerves. Placing my order, I looked for inspiration and nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. Grabbing my cup I walked out of the cafe and down the street, round to the right and in to the oh so familiar shop.

"Hey Nicki!" Kristian greeted me, he got up from his work station and gave me a quick side hug. "What's up?" He asked as he sat down again, and I followed. "Writers block" I shrugged, I didn't want to tell him my plans on leaving just yet. "Anything I can do for your writers block?" He offered, he was very friendly and heartfelt, he was probably the only pal I had in this town. "You could put together something for me?" I questioned, hoping he had time, I need something to release this boredom and moment of uncreativeness.

"Sure can do, something little?" He questioned, I wasn't sure what I wanted at all, this trip was unplanned. "I trust you" I say holding out my arm for him to sketch on his creative wisdom.

Forty minutes later and he was done, I looked for the first time and it was so full of colour and so detailed that I was speechless for a minute. There on my arm was a small swallow, so pretty and so worth the spontaneous trip. "Thank you so much!" I smiled at him. I trusted him to ink me and he delivered. "It's something I have been working on and it turned out great" he admired his work. After paying I said my goodbyes to those at the shop and I walked back out the door of Spider Tattoos.

"Big thanks to kristian at Spider tattoos for my art!" I sent a quick tweet out before locking my phone and walking back home.

Sorry guys, bit of a filler as I have been going through writers block myself. Hopefully post soon!