Dinner at the grave yard

by Ryan Miller   Aug 11, 2011


As i walk through the grave yard, i read each grave stone, and remember what i did, Michelle Williams, i reached in her throat and pulled out her lungs so she could no longer scream, i threw her aside. Andrew Allen, i cut off his penis and shoved it in his butt, i took his balls and shoved them so far down his throat that i put them inside his heart, i tossed him aside. Nichole Hansen, i chewed off each and every one of her body parts and rearranged them, her head was in her pussy, her arms were out her neck hole, and her legs were out her butt, i tossed her aside. Then the beast came, we ate, we ate like it was a buffet, but we didn't eat them all, we left them just barley identifiable, and left them hanging in front of their loved ones houses, and when they came out and saw the sight, we grabbed them before they could scream and did it all over again and we will never stop...

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