Dinner for breakfast, lunch, and snacks.

“bright beaming tail light face fall off mid whiff. chemically frozen miniature hamsters all dancing and singing fake cartoon land songs. in my left eye i am approaching some odd forms of life. zombie monster madness eyes bulging and creating liquified alcohol blinding tears. the last laser light show in half a century and here i am bleeding from the foot. they chopped off each limb and ate it like chocolate candy pie, muck all over their grills… grinning in diabetic delight. my whispy hair in the breeze sends flights of awful dust through and within the tubing of the outer core. flames give rise to my holy powers. the people stop and cheer. i have risen and will rise again after each episode of syndicated sitcoms blare their closing credit tunes. give me kraft macaroni horror show boat contests. anything is better than flaming hot super pie in my eyes at all times. nothing beats tall, tin cans of slimey green liquid to course through my veins and make me feel flighty. they say human flesh tastes the best and cannibals all live in small apartments in new york. they have satatanic cult parties and play bauhaus and eat flesh and fingertips. their small offspring learn early that the only way to implode is to literally explode onto small staircases in vestibules. the mailboxes all turn pink and drip sweet smelling slop onto the floorboards. my only hang up is the death carcus mounting, on walls like mooseheads except its peoples sexual organs or something. im not fond of public nudity.”