Friday, 22 April 2011

[warning may be graphic.] Ana's Knocking, Rotted flesh.

There it sits cheese bubbling, the sweet aroma of sauce and seasoning wafting through the air. Your mouth waters. You should be disgusted at the dripping grease the fatty cheese and the fat bubbling pepperoni but your not. Your disgusting and flock to its greasy wonder.. You slowly reach in and pick the smallest of pieces. Just one bite can't hurt... your tongue dances across its flavors; the sauce tangy and delicious, the cheese gooey and salty, the dough moist with grease. NO! you spit it out. Nothing is as good as thin feels, you say it over and over. You spit out the disgusting thing in your mouth. You picture maggots worming through the cheese, eating at it like human flesh, the sauce is now a disgusting puss of an cut long not treated and the crust is the yellowing bone. Are you hungry now? will you eat the remains?  Thank Ana for the gift she has bestowed you, now you can make every food undesirable. It disgust you. How could you have touched that to your precious lips, and dirtied your taste buds?

 "Thank you Ana, thank you."

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