Cut up my heart
Into the standard 4 oz. serving sizes
Put the slabs on plates
Throw on some BBQ sauce
And there you have it.
Chew on my grisly love.
Full of fat and blood and muscle
Then swallow it.
So that it travels to your stomach
And fills you up.
Dont go hungry;
Im here now.














Comments
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Perverted! With a capital P
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
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"...but I believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul."
-Mark Z. Danielewski
and i'm glad it makes you not want to eat for a week! Well, I mean, I want you to eat. I'm just glad my imagery was effective. XD
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So it goes.
"That's what writers do. We cut ourselves open and we bleed all over the page."
It reminds me of the blueberry picking poem. it's so out of the ordinary because people would not expect somehting so bloody to relate to love.
Now as for your subconscious, it could have something to do with it craving children that you are consciously planning on denying to your body, since that is a very bloody affair where you offer up your body to a parasite (as Tony would say) but the result is one of the strongest kinds of love that exists.
But don't pay any attention to my analysis.
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~zuz
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"We accept the love we think we deserve."
-Perks of Being a Wallflower
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So it goes.
"That's what writers do. We cut ourselves open and we bleed all over the page."
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~zuz
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"We accept the love we think we deserve."
-Perks of Being a Wallflower
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So it goes.
"That's what writers do. We cut ourselves open and we bleed all over the page."
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~zuz
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"We accept the love we think we deserve."
-Perks of Being a Wallflower
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