thegrandvomica

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I have evil intentions which are slowly transforming me into a strange wart covered lizard with a glass tongue. I'm not really sure how to deal with it. I can't talk to anybody without wanting to throw them on the ground and jump up and down on them until they break open so I can gather up all the strange trinkets I know are hidden away in there. I want to cum snake venom. Every day I want to rot and rupture and smear my foul, viscous innards accross the face of the first person I find. They will choke on the stink. I want to shove my hand down it's throat and pull it inside out, I want it to vomit it's skin back out onto my lap. I want to rap it up in strands of it's own hair and feed it on sugared water so I can watch it slowly wither and decay. I want to torture it's dry bones even after it's dead. I want castration so I can hang the evil fucker on my wall and be glad every day to see that it's gone from me and I want to wear my scrotum like a surgeons mask. I want to live in a world devised by H.R. Giger. I want to be shot into space in a bottle so I can drift forever and thrive in silent beauty. I want all of my monsters to be very real, I want to see them every day as I wander. I want them to eat people. I am exhausted by the stink of superficial 'purity.' I want to live, pierced on a thousand points, and speak prophesy.