Having finished... No, I'm not going to tell you, you'll just figure it out. No one is reading this anyway.
So anyway - what if you were a new vampire, and someone asked you to eat eggs from breakfast?
Here's my take:
I lifted a fork of the yellow stuff to my lips and moved it around in my mouth. That’s the chicken shit alright. And the dirt under their feet. That’s the fetus and the undeveloped feathers. I had to fight my gag reflex to swallow it but as soon as it was down, I knew it was wrong.
How would you describe their experience?
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