#breathers

1st image [Still, it’s a bit of dilemma. In spite of their failings and the fact that they’re willing to sell off their son to settle a ten thousand dollar debt, they were my parents. And I feel like I’ve kind of failed them by killing them and stuffing them into the refrigerator. But now that it’s done, I can’t help but think about how they would taste with a little Bull’s Eye barbecue sauce.]

2nd image [Not to mince words, but watching the three of them roast and devour human limbs over an open fire seems less civilized than broiling my mother’s ribs and eating them by candlelight with a steamed artichoke while listening to Billie Holiday. Or maybe it’s just me.]