The filthyest moment from Nevermore
In the eternal shadows of Nevermore, I, the eternal observer of the macabre, wandered around my house with my faithful companion, THING..
But tonight, something primal stirred in my gut.. A sadistic whim, a craving for visceral chaos..
Thing, I said, today you will be the canvas for my great masterpiece.. I crouched down and, with a grunt that would have made a lesser demon proud, unleashed the beast..
It wasnt just any turd.. It was a towering, colossal mass, a fecal monument of epic proportions.. thick as volcanic clay, and so voluminous it eclipsed the moon itself.. It fell with a dull plop to the damp ground..
I, the queen of composure, surrendered to the absurdity.. I sank to my knees in the mud.. From head to toe, a macabre chocolate bath, my body coated in my own breathtaking creation.. The smell was an earthy perfume, of damp earth and buried secrets, and amidst the stench, I laughed.. I laughed like never before in Nevermore, rolling in the cake of my insides, while THING clapped its tiny fingers, victorious..
In Nevermore, after all, the grotesque is just another kind of art..
