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restaurant review: shamrock inn

i didn't write it. it's an actual restaurant review of some place on the north side.

Butchery: my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate
Emasculate, gouging crotches I will eat!
Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed
Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green
Upheaveal of human entrails!
Deterioration of grated genitals, dangling from the hooks
Obscene feelings deep inside me
Dislocating, separating a blood
Drenched body
Begin the anal grounting
Awaiting insertion, to rip out intestine
Bodily destruction
Vulgar molestation
Treachery never ending soul ripping
Lifeless Bodies not, petrified
Cloggins veins
Presure building
Scabbing clotted sores dehydrate
Condemned to life of obscurity
Dismal dimensions of my being, I explore my thoughts through
Devoting my life to mutilation
Screams of blood saturate, grubs feed on dilapidated
Stumps, darkness overshadowing the killing
Eyes now dialate
Bodies disintegrate
Razor sharp hooks implanted in your rectum
Splitting bodies, spilling guts on the ground
Sodomizing living beings with my utensils
Stabbing on your life stripped of all your skin
Disgusting to the world
Beauty to my eyes
The body lying naked, discharging my infection
Invigorating while I kill, intoxicating
Invoking suffering on human beings
Grinding orifices my only therapy
Sculpting gore
Muscle tissue
Mounds of flesh, deformation
Skulls of victims stacked like trophies



( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 18th, 2007 07:02 pm (UTC)
I counter with......
from the very very sad iamthelostsean

to hold you always. that is my goal. there could be no greater thing.
you saw me all those months ago... i hung onto you by your sweater's only hanging string...
and you would move... and go out into the world and even when you didn't want my love, my heart... i would just hang on and hope you would not come down from the heaven's where you must lay your head... and bend down into my little world and flick me off of your sweater, your string.

you did not remove me, you carried me... we carried one another. i waited for you to come down from your days and all of the wonderful fun you must have had. i would wait all day long for a five minute talk. I just wanted you to know that you're always the most beautiful.

Something happened in those talks... our lives came together.

How blessed I am to know that all of those poems of love over years and years...
they were written in truth... but even those long winded lover's could not justly and perfectly explain... how it feels love...
how you feel, love.
there has never been a love like this. a love so deep in the core of my being... i feel my heart open up waiting to become one...
true love lives.

true love lives.

oh my dear.

i wait for your hand.

all day long,

and at night

i wait for your dress

walking down aisles in bright, bright white.

Jan. 18th, 2007 07:12 pm (UTC)
Re: I counter with......
no anal grounting 'til i get a wedding ring
Jan. 18th, 2007 07:18 pm (UTC)
Re: I counter with......
only skimpin' on the 'gine til thee will be thine....
(i dont even know if that goes togther that way- but it sounds good- all shakespeare-y)
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