Now can you smell the rot?. As opportunity knocks the foul stench of success. This carcass in decay, well past it's sell-by date. This time the fall comes before the pride.
Oh, my God, what are these?. You can hear people puking? They're dog meat. . In caustic butchery I parent my dominion. In the food chain I [Incomprehensible] the missing link.
Officinal, immiscible compounds are mixed. A gagging expectorate of lysergic acids. Premensely emerced, consciousness slowly sips. Peculated in an ebriating narcocis.
Orally force fed until cirmosis is induced. Fatal renal failure bleeds like a sluice. Spewing blood as the gallbladder extrudes. . Alcoholic poisoning, bloated lobules burst.