Looked at my tongue's piercing, and pondered upon my mouth organ, "did I mutilate my tongue?" As though hoping to arouse arguement, and protest. I know what I did to MY tongue, but what do other people call it. And where is their source, is it experience? Or doctrine? Why did I suddenly worry about it, after the fact, as though it would make a difference now, affect my vanity and increase my confidence and faith in actions.

Oh Faith, How you dictate me. Designed within the confines of expectiation,
and response. What I believe I can do. What I believe in. Mental investments.
Santa clause, enchantment, and myth, hold me close enough to muddy my senses and design me via thought collections. Based loosely, and taught enough to maintain speed, and Efficiency. You money mongering myth factory.

And because of it, I love my tongue ring moreso than ever, as it is mine. It is part of me and you, as disgusting and beautiful as each, and neither.