You’re so ugly I could eat you.


You’re so ugly, I want to sink my teeth into your mangled flesh,

suck out the juices that lie beneath your twisted, demented form

and devour the decadent pleasure that awaits within your decrepit deformity.

I know your sweetness lies within.

I know the goodness you promise, as good as any of your kin with perfect form and shining, flawless skin.

You’re ugly.

You’re good.

You’re healthy.

You’re delicious.

You’re wonderful, and I would eat you.