Festering flesh lays out in the sun.
Churning and dancing with the flies.
Mocking at an altar of limbs and fever.
Sucking upon the teet of violent ecstasy.
Chevauchée.
They'll meet our cowardice with blade.
Brain matter among the rain.
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Imagine the voices of every person from every conversation you ever had suddenly talking in your head ALL AT ONCE at 5x the speed in a sheer hatred directed solely at YOU while you’re withdrawing and having terror inducing hallucinations while every single person on earth is talking about you, worse yet they’re laughing at you at the same time in glass shattering high pitched shrieks and they have no eyes, just empty sockets, grinning with nails for teeth til they catch you up….
Have fun you 🫵 Tell Ya Fucking Story Walking…
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this is the order I wish I could have for lunch: Seagrams 7, Patron, Rumple Mintz, Hennessey and for dessert, Jameson Irish Whiskey. I would have Martell for dinner Dumb mmmn