#outsourced post

This is probably a silly question, but do you ever miss eating human food? And if you could again, what would be the first thing you ate?

I'm feeling generous tonight, Mon Cœur, so I'll assure it's not a silly question at all. In fact, I'll assuage further and admit I often do dream of tasting mortal food, just one last time.

After very careful consideration and much deliberation, I believe I've settled on what I'd like to try.

Apples. A very crisp, very green, and very sour apple. Maybe even a whole bushel of them. And if we're being properly bold with our hypotheticals, I'd eat outside, in the woods, under the smoldering hot sun.

Roach God. Sometimes.

-Liliana <3

My darling Liliana, this is a far harder question than your little mind might realize. As a self-proclaimed beacon of style and taste, I've explored countless musicians over the centuries. Countless genres that I find too diverse to completely hold one above the other.

But you're here for an answer, non? So I'll be quick to grant you one, only this once.

Delirium; Aberdeen is Dead. Next question.

*maniacally laughing *

Well then...

As I reckon with the maniacal laughter suddenly ringing through the channels, I think back on my brothers, and find that their blurry faces have changed. Infected with a delightful idea. A hatchet to the occipital, a dagger to the ear, a neck completely severed.

Dancing can hardly be taught over a screen, dear, not by someone as admittedly impatient as me.

But I will emphasize something I'm sure you've heard a thousand times before; it's all in the hips.

Simply focus all the energy of the night into stirring your hips, and the music should do the rest.

You cause all the messes

Brat prince more like batshit prince

You have a big d print,

Fuck you lestat ❤️

#poem

You start off strong with vivid imagery then quickly devolve into what is quite frankly vapid nonsense. Do better.

I'd refuse to kill you. Simply to aggravate you, like your incorrect spelling of I'd aggravated me.

But. Last night I had a dream , very vague, blurry memory of it because as i said i almost never remember my dreams. and it was me and u kissing. And i am pulling away. And at this moment u are grabbing me again and kissing me so hard that my lips start bleeding... that's it. That's all i remember.

And it still hurts.

It would still hurt, wouldn't it? The remnants of me.

Even in your mind, I'm a monster. Even in your subconscious, in your very soul, you know I want nothing more than to consume you. Still, my unhinged beast, that's what you crave down to your very bones.

No matter how much it hurts