hungry like the hungry hippos, tryna plot my post viral death/reincarnation meal and been thinking about this korean fried chicken all night. also pho. also my ex keeps sending me pics of his “new” fits and also i gave my boo a bolo tie can i eat him alive now?
and then you walk around the city while eating your crab rangoons and feel like a ghost. but the burning sensation of hot imitation crab and cream cheese on the roof of your mouth reminds you that you’re alive…
Im rancid and bloated like a dead bull in the Wyoming sun. My sweat is pearlescent & casts a shimmering film on my pallid, engorged thighs. I am getting strong now. Sometimes I look at my cat, Harrison, and I think about eating him. What’s wrong with eating a cat? People do it all the time all over the world. He’s so fucking fat. He’s such a fat little freak why can’t I eat him? I’m t-Rex mode I’m bloatmaxxing. My ass is so ridiculously fat & my man-tits are so bountiful I mog most women whenever I walk into a room. This is incredibly alpha, and many would consider my presence “suicide inducing” for men & women alike. Whatever. They’re NGMI. Every morning I awake from dreams of strangling a hooded man. When I remove the hood, I see my own face.
let the flesh of ur body overindulge from time to time, not all the time- just enough to understand what those ye olden feasting kings were on about being gluttonous (plus in my case its literally the only food in the house rn and im hungee bc i havent eaten all day so this actually a cry for help)
