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     what? you're not supposed to eat children. that's unheard of. but i haven't had a cigarette in weeks, & here i am, meat spilling from my mouth, blood dribbling from my lips, hands covered in flesh that isn't my own, little hands feet legs ears on the ground around me.

     the meat isn't really any different from cow meat or anything, though it is a little more tender. i can understand it though, i'm sure children haven't gone through enough stimulation or whatever. but the meat, the flesh, it's like chewing a warm plum - the skin is slightly harder than the muscle & the muscle is kind of like really tender steak. really expensive, tender steak. a little chewy, yet thick & satisfying. when i was eating the underside of the left forearm, i managed to pull some veins & it was like rough spaghetti noodles mixed with the carni.

     the tendons are something different, i haven't really eaten them, it's a lot like the tendons in chicken wings or a really shitty piece of steak - really chewy, next to no taste, it kind of grosses me out. so, when i got to the elbow, i kind of gnawed my way around it all.

     once i got to the ribs, it was really fun. i mean, i had to crack the sternum, so you know, imagine having to break open a crab to get to the meat. except instead of a crab it's a child. eating the meat from each individual rib was exactly like what you'd imagine, but the meat wasn't cooked. personally, i like the warmth of the fresh meat, but you know. to each his own.

     the blood was incredibly enjoyable, but the smell is hardly present since there's so much. i'm still kind of flooded with the smell of skin & the smell of meat. but anyway, the blood is really warm & sticky, so it's almost like really thick grape juice or maybe sharp tasting orange juice. actually, it tastes a lot like orange juice, except the smell is darker & it's warmer & it tastes a little more like old pennies than orange juice.

   i was starting to finish, most of the meat cleaned off of bone (minus the genitalia) & i began to feel a little weak. like, have you ever felt that craving for a cigarette? where you're just sitting in your couch & all of a sudden, that craving comes, you see your lighter but you don't have any cigarettes, & you just have this immense hunger. i looked at the bones & tendons & blood & tiny bits of flesh that surrounded me. my stomach growled. my chest felt a tug. i needed more. i must feed more. i must feed more. i must feed more.

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uǝɹpןıɥɔ buıʇɐǝ

     what? you're not supposed to eat children. that's unheard of. but i haven't had a cigarette in weeks, & here i am, meat spilling from my mouth, blood dribbling from my lips, hands covered in flesh that isn't my own, little hands feet legs ears on the ground around me.

     the meat isn't really any different from cow meat or anything, though it is a little more tender. i can understand it though, i'm sure children haven't gone through enough stimulation or whatever. but the meat, the flesh, it's like chewing a warm plum - the skin is slightly harder than the muscle & the muscle is kind of like really tender steak. really expensive, tender steak. a little chewy, yet thick & satisfying. when i was eating the underside of the left forearm, i managed to pull some veins & it was like rough spaghetti noodles mixed with the carni.

     the tendons are something different, i haven't really eaten them, it's a lot like the tendons in chicken wings or a really shitty piece of steak - really chewy, next to no taste, it kind of grosses me out. so, when i got to the elbow, i kind of gnawed my way around it all.

     once i got to the ribs, it was really fun. i mean, i had to crack the sternum, so you know, imagine having to break open a crab to get to the meat. except instead of a crab it's a child. eating the meat from each individual rib was exactly like what you'd imagine, but the meat wasn't cooked. personally, i like the warmth of the fresh meat, but you know. to each his own.

     the blood was incredibly enjoyable, but the smell is hardly present since there's so much. i'm still kind of flooded with the smell of skin & the smell of meat. but anyway, the blood is really warm & sticky, so it's almost like really thick grape juice or maybe sharp tasting orange juice. actually, it tastes a lot like orange juice, except the smell is darker & it's warmer & it tastes a little more like old pennies than orange juice.

   i was starting to finish, most of the meat cleaned off of bone (minus the genitalia) & i began to feel a little weak. like, have you ever felt that craving for a cigarette? where you're just sitting in your couch & all of a sudden, that craving comes, you see your lighter but you don't have any cigarettes, & you just have this immense hunger. i looked at the bones & tendons & blood & tiny bits of flesh that surrounded me. my stomach growled. my chest felt a tug. i needed more. i must feed more. i must feed more. i must feed more.