EAT ANOTHER STEAK. PUT ANOTHER BURGER ON THE GRILL. IT JUST TASTES SO GOOD, RIGHT? WHAT DOES IT TASTE LIKE TO KNOW YOU ARE WEAK AND PATHETIC IN YOUR GORE-FEAST REVELRY?
Militant post for the day.
Notes:
Crying, stop!
Slaughterhouse is actually a pretty good book.
Can’t read this without a tear!
oh my god