I appreciate your acknowledgement of my charms. But I can't claim the latter. I can't turn off the lens, anymore than you can. I've just made a conscious effort not to burden you with the results.
I didn't make sausage from lungs. Hannibal did, and he fed it to me unawares. I remember remarking how good it tasted. Later on, when I realized what had happened, I drank a bottle of ipecac and spent the night throwing up.
It was much too late, months after the fact and I can't even claim I felt better afterwards. Just lay on the bathroom floor, with Winston licking the tears off my face.
cw: serial killers / cannibalism / mental non-con of a sorts
But I can't claim the latter.
I can't turn off the lens, anymore than you can.
I've just made a conscious effort not to burden you with the results.
I didn't make sausage from lungs.
Hannibal did, and he fed it to me unawares.
I remember remarking how good it tasted. Later on, when I realized what had happened, I drank a bottle of ipecac and spent the night throwing up.
It was much too late, months after the fact and I can't even claim I felt better afterwards.
Just lay on the bathroom floor, with Winston licking the tears off my face.