Im rancid and bloated like a dead bull in the Wyoming sun. My sweat is pearlescent & casts a shimmering film on my pallid, engorged thighs. I am getting strong now. Sometimes I look at my cat, Harrison, and I think about eating him. Whatās wrong with eating a cat? People do it all the time all over the world. Heās so fucking fat. Heās such a fat little freak why canāt I eat him?
Iām t-Rex mode Iām bloatmaxxing. My ass is so ridiculously fat & my man-tits are so bountiful I mog most women whenever I walk into a room. This is incredibly alpha, and many would consider my presence āsuicide inducingā for men & women alike. Whatever. Theyāre NGMI.
Every morning I awake from dreams of strangling a hooded man. When I remove the hood, I see my own face.
