beneath the cellar floor where not a soul would ever know. preserved my sustenance to last the entire winter long. these jars
my precious meat brined and pickled cuts of human beef. row after row
a pantry full of enemies. maintained and organized
a vast collection dear to me. each one a toy of mine. i revisit them when i should eat. with zeal i recollect that very moment of their defeat. salting and curing every piece for my flesh feast. vessels immaculate
cylindrical and clean. the lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain
know what i mean?
here in my solitude
fed by my stock of dead
their facial features warp
the laughter never ends. my foe
i win. my jars innumerable
incalculable my pride. trophies of my love to hunt taken to such egregious heights. each one encapsulates a visage of that fateful night of those who have met their end by my ever still and sharpened skinning knife. brown sugared long pig
what a treat. obscenely orgasmic to eat. for this scrumptious family recipe
i've saved you a seat. vessels immaculate
cylindrical
and clean. the lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain
know what i mean?
here in my solitude
fed by my stock of dead
their facial features warp
defiled unto no end. again i win. row after row
a pantry full of enemies
maintained and organized
a vast collection dear to me. 8-17-05
this collegiate girl did kick and fight. the next sow bled september 9th
plucked from her tracks
out like the tide. vessels immaculate
cylindrical
and clean. the lightless winter months have gone straight to my brain
know what i mean?
here in my solitude
fed by my stock of dead. their facial features warp