My word! I've written a couple of horror stories, but I don't really like going into that particular dungeon – the way one thinks can become a habit which can colour one's world.
Extremely well written though, it brings to mind a joke I sometimes tell.
Three aviators crash in a forest.
They are unlikely to be found, so they must make the 10 day journey out on foot.
They draw lots on who will cook each night, on the understanding that the loser will cook each night until he cooks a bad meal.
Twice the guy cooks delicious meals from roots and herbs, and on the third day he's had enough
He takes mud from a stream and makes it into rissoles.
His companions eagerly tuck into their meal. One of them spits out the mud and shouts "this rissole's made from mud! – But beautifully cooked"
It rewrote DNA like a deranged tattoo artist with a grudge. Holy placenta Vince you do have a way with words and visuals that stretch the mind to potential joy
What a lovely, grotesque piece of work this is. Begins as a comedy of sorts with beautiful imagery - "cigarette burns on sweatpants" being my favorite - and then morphs into a dark allegory. Gives off serious "A Modest Proposal" vibes.
Omg...what a horrible, degenerative piece of shits! The whole town of Mayfield is what I'm referring to. How could they even think of returning what they could never have in this lifetime, POWER? They give up their young to make a life out of giving them up for auction and then being sold to be that evening's dinner.
My word! I've written a couple of horror stories, but I don't really like going into that particular dungeon – the way one thinks can become a habit which can colour one's world.
Extremely well written though, it brings to mind a joke I sometimes tell.
Three aviators crash in a forest.
They are unlikely to be found, so they must make the 10 day journey out on foot.
They draw lots on who will cook each night, on the understanding that the loser will cook each night until he cooks a bad meal.
Twice the guy cooks delicious meals from roots and herbs, and on the third day he's had enough
He takes mud from a stream and makes it into rissoles.
His companions eagerly tuck into their meal. One of them spits out the mud and shouts "this rissole's made from mud! – But beautifully cooked"
It rewrote DNA like a deranged tattoo artist with a grudge. Holy placenta Vince you do have a way with words and visuals that stretch the mind to potential joy
oh my gosh. You are my bedtime story 173 and what a ride that was.....thx for sharing :)
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Well, that was perfectly awful .
Well done !
Thank you
What a lovely, grotesque piece of work this is. Begins as a comedy of sorts with beautiful imagery - "cigarette burns on sweatpants" being my favorite - and then morphs into a dark allegory. Gives off serious "A Modest Proposal" vibes.
Woof—I wish this were beyond comprehension but I don’t think it’s too far from what can happen when we place value in the wrong things!
Omg...what a horrible, degenerative piece of shits! The whole town of Mayfield is what I'm referring to. How could they even think of returning what they could never have in this lifetime, POWER? They give up their young to make a life out of giving them up for auction and then being sold to be that evening's dinner.
You can interpret it that way
What in the fuck actually did I just read every word of? Why did I like it?
Glad you liked it