darkugh

The unhealthy zombie mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking I want to eat someone's brain . But I think that's a luxury, not a curse. To know you're close to Dinner is a kind of freedom. Good time to take... inventory. Outforked. Outnumbered. Out of our minds on a suicide mission, but the blood and guts here stained with thousands of bits of brains... they will remember us for this. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from a fat guy. With meat in our brains and one goal in sight: We will eat him.