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"Red Meat, Fresh Meat… |
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I'm hungry, so hungry, I crave meat! |
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Everyday, I go outside to get fresh air but I smell the sweet smell of Sausage |
Everyday, I go outside to get fresh air but I smell the sweet smell of Sausage |
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Bugs, worms and even purified BBQ mesquite charcoal, Maybe hunks of wood in some chances. |
Bugs, worms and even purified BBQ mesquite charcoal, Maybe hunks of wood in some chances. |
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When I get mad, I get really mad, I become someone else, like an opposite shadow or demonic possession; Until my friend feeds me, |
When I get mad, I get really mad, I become someone else, like an opposite shadow or demonic possession; Until my friend feeds me, I'm trapped in a nightmare of just pure meat; I love every kind of meat: Mutton, ground beef, sausage, pork, burgers, steaks and even fish. |
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Time has no end for me, my time ends until my arteries are covered with grease and mesquite BBQ sauce; I |
Time has no end for me, my time ends until my arteries are covered with grease and mesquite BBQ sauce; I won't live until I've gorged on every single piece of meat, even If it means killing someone and eating the corpse; |
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Sometimes, I love watching meat melt, |
Sometimes, I love watching meat melt, it's like purified grease-filled fat dripping off of a delicious piece of steak. |
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I need to go now, My friend ordered 2,000 pounds of meat..and when it comes to meat... |
I need to go now, My friend ordered 2,000 pounds of meat..and when it comes to meat...I'm hungry and I want to eat.." |
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''The following diary entry was written by a crazed meat addict, to protect his name, he kept his name anonymous due to the entry putting the person into a mental asylum and later used as a corpse eater. He later died of a parasitic infection of a little worm called |
''The following diary entry was written by a crazed meat addict, to protect his name, he kept his name anonymous due to the entry putting the person into a mental asylum and later used as a corpse eater. He later died of a parasitic infection of a little worm called "The Pork Worm" No one knows who would end up getting the craving of meat'' |
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{{by|PhantomInc}} |
{{by|PhantomInc}} |
Revision as of 19:27, 22 August 2023
"Red Meat, Fresh Meat…
I'm hungry, so hungry, I crave meat!
Everyday, I go outside to get fresh air but I smell the sweet smell of Sausage
My stomach is growling, everyday Is a nightmare of meat, Meat becomes an addiction.
I want to eat, but my stomach sometimes craves exotic meats;
Bugs, worms and even purified BBQ mesquite charcoal, Maybe hunks of wood in some chances.
When I get mad, I get really mad, I become someone else, like an opposite shadow or demonic possession; Until my friend feeds me, I'm trapped in a nightmare of just pure meat; I love every kind of meat: Mutton, ground beef, sausage, pork, burgers, steaks and even fish.
Time has no end for me, my time ends until my arteries are covered with grease and mesquite BBQ sauce; I won't live until I've gorged on every single piece of meat, even If it means killing someone and eating the corpse;
Sometimes, I love watching meat melt, it's like purified grease-filled fat dripping off of a delicious piece of steak.
I need to go now, My friend ordered 2,000 pounds of meat..and when it comes to meat...I'm hungry and I want to eat.."
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The following diary entry was written by a crazed meat addict, to protect his name, he kept his name anonymous due to the entry putting the person into a mental asylum and later used as a corpse eater. He later died of a parasitic infection of a little worm called "The Pork Worm" No one knows who would end up getting the craving of meat
Credited to PhantomInc
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