Flesh from the past tastes differently in the present. It has lost its freshness. Stale leftovers. Bland flesh. No flavor to savor. The memories play tricks on the mind…and on the cock. A physical annihilation within the leftovers. Spread out. Kegels needed. Clean out the freezer. No use for the same. You have always been a timid swallower. It wont bite…it just spits. Your life is one dismally contorted hologram. Projecting your romantically, tragically, and fantastically designed life of the trash you truly are. One threshold of abandoned spasms after the other. The boundaries of your maniacal and tragic ways knows no bounds. Only for the sake of your own ruin do you hesitate to finish it off. Belief can be lethal, especially when it comes to believing in something which does not exist. Something such as yourself.
Bland Flesh
Published by ggkalfas
G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness. View all posts by ggkalfas
G.G. Kalfas 