Artist Under a Full Moon

[dotinthesky]

I looked in the mirror and saw Tracey Emin's face. It was winter in Montreal and I lived in a low, red brick apartment building. I was in good terms with all my neighbours; I'd leave the front door open and they'd saunter in for a chat or an impromptu party that lasted until dawn. Before midnight, I snuck out of the apartment and took the elevator to the ground floor. The bright yellow T-shirt I wore didn't suit me. I entered a neighbour's apartment and lay down on his bed. He joined me without realizing that, at midnight, I would turn into a werewolf and rip his face apart.

Comments

[greenteablack.livejournal.com]

That's not very neighbourly of you

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

It wasn't me! Blame Tracey.

[idioticpoet.livejournal.com]

I have no idea who she is, my ignorance, however, won't stop me from admiring her eyebrows.

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

She's a self absorbed brit artist, known for her drunken tv appearances and works of art which are questionably "art" (she once presented a messy bed as her piece of work; she got really furious when someone jumped on it and "messed it up".)