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MystyrMystyry
09-15-2011, 08:46 PM
Dirty burlap sacks line the slimy walls
Blood drips from the freshly severed heads within
Glistening puddles on the grimy floor
So this is the trophy room?
Heavy thudding reverberates from the chef's kitchen
As he prepares the pot
Homegrown vegetables for a tasty stew
Celery cracks between fat hands
Zucchini and carrots tossed in whole
Potaoes squish beneath pulverising fists
Garlic cloves, skinned onion and an evil dash of olive oil
A pinch of salt to taste
Stir it with a shovel
And lastly the main ingredient

A hungry growl gargles deep down in his guts
But patience til it's done
As the steam cloud permeates the premises
Hot bread in the oven
Cool wine in the cellar
Cold icecream in the freezer


And a good movie

Delta40
09-16-2011, 04:23 PM
That's horrifying and will definitely give your grandkids nightmares....

MystyrMystyry
09-16-2011, 07:57 PM
You're telling me. When I was very young on three separate occasions my mum took me to places (beach, city, pizza restauant) and we were thrice accosted by ugly old smelly drunks, and all three said they wanted to take me home and eat me. Whacked out drunk humour? Or just whacked out whackers? Who knows - but that gave me waking nightmares for years.

(To this day I refuse to acknowledge ugly old smelly drunks - but at least I'll never become one)