Rub some of that red dirt into the eyes, washing it with the urine of the baby goat drying out on the cooling fire. Skinned alive while otherwise dead, it's pleasure unfound and unsound when the maggots get into the ears.
Chew hard enough and with enough vigour and it's the juices what spill down the front of the broken skin what leaves the taste sensation that rocks with the self flagellation.
Written on Wednesday, 18 April 2007