y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
People just don’t understand that killing a spider is like throwing yourself into a pit of lions. If I miss the spider it will jump on my hand, crawl up my arms, and look at me with those death filled eyes. Do not treat spiders like normal insects when they are really demonic beasts from the lowest floors of Dante’s inferno!