NormA week in a vice: GLUTTONY
Eating wriggling rodents is not a fitting punishment for being a glutton. Shit, eating your own shit is even a shitty fit for you unfit fat fucks. I’m having a hard time thinking of a time when I didn’t eat shit loads of the worst kind of crap known to humanity. The only reason I’ve lost so much weight is because I became stranded on the couch and had to eat my own arse cheeks. If we ever get stuck in an elevator don’t turn your back on me; not for a second. You’ll find your arsehole has become a chocolate doughnut. I’ll be found basting your face meat in your potbelly. Face meat tastes a bit like buttock, if you’re after some idea. Don’t interrupt me while I’m devouring your family, I’m not into the whole social aspect of the dining experience. I’ll dine out on your knee ligaments if you do; keep you alive in my boudoir and kneecap you with my teeth. I’ll single out your tendons across the whole network; tie you to string and send you out to do my shopping. You’ll buy me tomato sauce which you’ll pour over yourself before eating yourself and then shit yourself out for me to consume yourself in the form of faeces. I’ll then shit you out and write postcards to your loved ones with personalized greetings written in yourself. Then I’ll take a warm bath. Shit, I could eat just about anyone. My appetite knows no bounds; I feel free to eat whatever I see. It’s so much easier dictating than doing the type myself. I think that eating habits are ingrained very early and hard to alter. I found my parents very unpalatable. Gluttony and temperance.
I got as far as this line:
The only reason I’ve lost so much weight is because I became stranded on the couch and had to eat my own arse cheeks.
And you expect me to read the rest?
David ...
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
.....the rest is on the way...I'll put it in Sloth, the rest.....at TAFE so I have to be like my undies.....not on your head.....but brief.....ten, four, over and out.....Norm...