I am the greatest not you -- ever.

Do like how skin peels from the bone? Tiny, squishy rips, barely noticeable among the glorious symphony of screams. Why is that? Why do babies scream like that?
I remember once my mother, or this woman my uncle kept in the basement with 'mom' carved into her chest, mumbled this story about a pony she once owned. It was sweet and elegant and rode right into a thresher. It was a funny story and I laughed. She told great jokes until they took her face.
Men don't do well once boiled. Their broth tastes very.., I don't know.., victim-y? Trick is to slice the limbs off first. Less resistant to the meal.

I'm going to find you anywhere in Eve and see what's under your peel.

I like rice.

"If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If it doesn't... hunt it down, drag it back home and chain it up in your basement. Let its screams be your music."