Cooking Castration Cannibalism Cloning


I am castrating myself and then cook and eat my genitals. Tastes like chicken until I remember what it is and then I am sick and disgusted at my cannibalism.

 

 

Brian the snail from the magic roundabout is cloning himself.

 

 

American civil war re-enactors march past my house with drums in the dark. The drums are lit up, they are on fire inside.

An overgrown allotment. I try to cut through a poly tunnel. My way is blocked by undergrowth and bags of rubbish. An old man is trying to clear it up. A homeless crackhead has been following me. We all chat and then I leave. The crack head follows me. He wants to stay at my place. I say no. Eventually I have his fingers bent back and my foot on his head to emphasise the message.

Chicken cooked and partly eaten. Old friends who I now find boring. Trying to get the attention of a barman. He ignores me. All I want is to order some food.
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