Denham's Dentifrice: Flesh Appetites

Friday, June 19, 2015

Flesh Appetites

She was sitting calmly there

combing her carnivorous hair

He knew not, what was forthcoming

for she was so very charming

So she lured him in her lair

and she just stood there to crunch

All his flesh turned into lunch

by the girl's carnivorous hair

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2 comments:

UnknownOctober 8, 2015 at 12:00 PM
Greasy, grimy gopher guts.
Mutilated monkey meat.
Beaten, battered, brainbead bats.
All the things I love to eat.
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Phineas ClockwordOctober 10, 2015 at 3:30 AM
You remind me of a wolf in Jesus skin
I think it's safe to say the drugs are kicking in
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Introductions

The presented paranoid delirium are subject to my intellectual poverty and are copyclaimed by my bottoms, so that you and your boneless friends can finish off your remaining brain cells. You're welcome in my garden to walk among the trees and eat from the selfless mushrooms. Come on, stretch your backbone. Take a deep breath and smell the odoriferous aroma of the tangerines. Hypnotic, isn't it? But above all don't forget your manners. Scrub the brown grit of your slippers and pay homage to the sole God of this realm who resides under my zappaesque python boot.

Also, be a good soul and carry this imminently self destructing message over to the next soul of similar tastes, so I can build an army to take over the world, only to stop myself from pressing the big red button in front of me, rendering all of the above the mutterings of a hypothetical writer.

You're welcome in advance.

P.S. The stories come in unpredictable time patterns. So, there's that.