A man finds a woman that he finds irresistible. She hits all the right notes. She loves his style of humor, she’s intelligent, beautiful… There’s just one problem. She might, maybe, possibly enjoy the taste of human flesh.
What does human flesh taste like? - Of course the age, the body part being eaten, and the cooking method shall affect the taste of the meat. Armin Meiwes, the German cannibal who killed and ate a willing man that he discovered online, reported that human flesh tastes like pork “but a little bit more bitter, stronger. It tastes quite good.”Issei Sagawa, a Japanese cannibal who killed and ate a female classmate that he had a crush on, described human flesh as “odorless” and not “gamey.” Arthur Shawcross, a serial killer who targeted prostitutes in Rochester, New York, claims that cooked human flesh tastes like a “nice roast pork.” Omaima Nelson,an Egyptian model who bludgeoned her husband to death before skinning, castrating, and eating his ribs, described eating them as “so sweet, it’s so delicious… I like mine tender.”
I still remember the sound of my pant’s zipper going down when we first made love. I still remember the smell of your fresh rose lavender perfume when we first ate together. I still remember the taste of your flesh when we first kissed after we first ate together. I still remember the day I first saw you. And I still remember the feeling when I fell in love with you after I first saw you. Yes, darling. I still remember.
I only have mouth ulcers when
I want to eat oranges.
Even now, as I write this poem I want
To eat oranges.
My friend once wrote a poem
About oranges; the bitter peel of the fruit,
Some memory of her father:
The ash taste, the ash flesh.
Today I met a girl who was not
Sad, or bad, or mad,
She was just
While wearing a funny hat
While speaking with a funny mouth.
At the park we tried to talk
I climbed the jacaranda tree.
In my awkwardness, she seemed to think
I was going to jump.
But I did not
I took my mouth ulcers home
Where I mostly pretend to be English.
At home I watch an English television show,
I eat the thick, white bread,
I only drink teas with milk.
In the next room, my beleaguered father
Falls asleep. He is growing old.
But when I was young, he told me a story
About a boy and a tree full of orange blossoms.
I no longer remember it now, but then,
It made me cry.
I had the funniest thought about your Bill comic. Like, since Ford got to see so many variations, if he kept coming at Bill with hateful comments about him being with Dipper... Maybe that would put a clever little strategy into Bill's head, and Bill starts jokingly 'going for Dipper' but then that could either create a hilarious situation where it actually does happen in his own world (once Dipper is a nice age), or it LOOKS like it actually happened (but hasn't), sending Ford into distress. XD
BRUH HOW DID YOU READ MY MIND THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN NEXT
Dipper doesn’t agree, but of course that doesn’t stop Bill from doing it anyway…
“PS yes those are fangs on the stem and it will develop a taste for human flesh if it bites you. Be careful, my love! <3”
When I fall for you, the passion we hold between us will be the devouring kind. A tormenting tempest tethering souls together with a force fit to warp steel. Creation implicit between the lashes of a wink or stare like eyelids cover tiny infinities.
Our love will smell like skinned knees and grass stains and the bindings of old books. I will keep your heart thick in my throat, every whisper a sunset that echoes the longing the surf feels for the shore.
When I fall for you, my submission to you will be the playful kind. A teasing triumph taken in time, a two-step too close to tripping to be grace- ful. Admiration of bruises that break like constellations against a night made flesh.
Our fever will taste like playgrounds and Thursdays and double-dog dares. I will keep your tongue tucked behind my ear, every syllable shivering down and down my spine to vibrate secrets into sonnets.
When I fall for you, our life will be the adventuring kind. A treasure trove of temptations bled through salty whimpers. Such exquisite torture, the static of daydreams. Delicacies to break and mend, break and mend, break and mend.
Our living will feel like thunderstorms and comets and godliness, when I fall for you. If I fall for you ever, or at all.
I was rereading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and I have a question
Who was the traveller that gave Aragog
to Hagrid as an egg?
I come from a distant land. A traveller gave me to Hagrid when I was an
Some mysterious traveller found an
Acromantula egg and put it in their pocket. Acromantula are native to the
rainforests of Southeast Asia. The females can lay up to
100 eggs at a time so there were probably a lot of eggs but the traveller
decided to take only one. It can’t have been easy getting that egg without
being eaten because Acromantula has a taste for human flesh.
The eggs usually hatch in six to
eight weeks and during that time the traveller came to the UK.
He then gave the egg of this dangerous arachnid to a child.
Hagrid was expelled in his third
year so he was 13/14 at the time. We don’t know how long Hagrid had had Aragog meaning
he could have been even younger when the traveller gave him that egg.
I’m serious, who was that person?
Why did they risk their life to steal an egg, travel half way around the world
to give it to a child and then disappear?
I’m actually not too crazy about dragonfruit. They look badass, but boy do they taste like disappointment. However, this is my first time finding RED dragonfruit, which I believe is a bit more rare! The outside looks the same as a regular dragonfruit, but the flesh is red with black seeds instead of the more common white flesh with black seeds. The red variety tasted noticeably sweeter than the white variety, which usually tastes like crunchy water IMHO. However, be warned, brace yourself for red colored poo.
The seeds - with the good ol’paper towel method - germinated with much gusto. I’m excited, but I don’t have a good track record with the cacti family. Fingers crossed on me getting past the zone 7 winter.