Imagine the world on fire. Yes, like that. It's beautiful. Roasting, churning a delicate filet of elder meat, crackling beneath the weight of his body as the flames lick his bloody underside. I can almost taste him there, the flames my tastebuds as I probe my tongue along the contours of his gutty insides. He's so warm. |
[OPEN] gash in my mirror
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04-05-2013, 08:29 PM
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