Rnackenzie: If You Don’t Know What My Voice Sounds Like You Should Keep It That Way For Your Own Sake
“Overfull stomachs bulge and burst. From toasting and celebrating to puking. Shoveling in and spewing. Laughter has turned into tears. One of the sows has bowed. Dethroned, Roasted, Devoured. I broke bread with you all, now I’ll chew the meat
