* FEAST / FLESH !

      ❛   WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE  ——   ❜   there's a certain bitterness in frank’s voice when he speaks.  the smell of death is sickly sweet, carrying familiar tangs of euphoria & blasphemous pleasures.  it sedates him while phlegm pools beneath his tongue.   ❛   —— & i'm gonna deserve it !   ❜

      ❛   we're the same, see ?   ❜

he looks at me & i see anger.  a little desire.  but more than anything,  HUNGER !

      HORROR WEIGHS HEAVY  on his head like a bad hangover  ——  all rorschach blotches & grainy visions.  it's easier for frank to keep his eyes open.  he pretends that they're creatures climbing up the walls, that they aren't a part of him.  a trace of fear lingers in his throat until it simmers down to guttural anger.  ❛   shut up,  SHUT UP !   ❜

indie / private / selective cannibal variant. fed by jaime.