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39 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 9, 2020
This story is disgusting, I am not going to lie. I am not writing this as anything more than what it really is, pornography for psychos.In this, a rousing success! I enjoyed/loathed this much more than my other recent sampling of "extreme horror"; I need at least a little bit of supernatural in my horror, and this, while not technically including such, was at least sufficiently divorced from reality (please, please be divorced from reality) to pluck my strings. It was nauseatingly depraved, absurd, disgusting, and quite the character study. I probably could have done without the illustrations, but the text-induced visuals were even more extreme. The writing was maybe a little sophomoric, but this is likely a necessary function of the subject matter.
My mind spun wickedly as I decided to make myself Death’s personal toilet for the day.I liked the nods to Fight Club.
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. . . as if I was a whale shark inhaling plankton.
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I wondered if I would become a Wendigo later, that would be fetch, I thought.
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I belched and an immoral stench emitted from me, reeking of purification.