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Fried Chunks of Mental Mucous

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Every now and then, my head is cut off and put into a frying pan filled with boiling water. My cranium is split open by the pressure induced from the heat and is essentially turned into a disgusting swamp. That's not where the transformation stops, as my flesh is deformed, struggling to cope with the extreme temperature.

As for my teeth, they fall into the boiling water and capsize. They then float like islands and one could easily be reminded of a shark's dorsal fin whenever they see my capsized canines circling around my distorted remains.

What were once my perfectly good ear canals are now just a hideous pair of mutilated ducts, vomiting streams of blood with rubber duckies. Yes. Rubber duckies. Yellow servants of Cthulhu.

A strange green creature pokes its head out from beneath the water and you'd understandably wonder if it is a turtle or a giant chunk of snot. As you see more and more of its kin surfacing you understand it is merely a family of mutated mucous.

Perhaps the most notable part of this meal is the mutated crossbreed between a steak and a muffin. Is it because of it's steakish nature? Or the muffinish nature? Or is it the mutilated crown of breasts with spikes for nipples that adorns it?

What you have seen is merely the cooking of my thoughts. Each thought of mine is a demon, ready to maim, kill and burn and as they are roasted, they are only invigorated by the experience.

Those who dare possess lungs will inhale my demons and feel the cremation of their souls.