I love brains!…LOVE them. Can’t remember why I ever ate anything else…ever. I vaguely remember being bitten, I think there were six of them. They ripped out my stomach and organs as I turned…..then I joined in…and I tasted pretty good – but not as good as brains.
I don’t talk much any more, nobody in my group does. It’s okay, I never was much of a conversationalist…and most folks seem too afraid of me to chat, anyway. They run away screaming a lot or try to stab me in the head with sharp stuff… I never liked most people that much, so it doesn’t really hurt my feelings. Their brains, though…ooooooohhh, nice! Better than goose liver pâté and double fudge brownies.
I saw my own reflection yesterday, I’m looking pretty rugged. I’ve really slimmed down without my guts…finally lost that extra thirty pounds. And my skin, well…a mottled blue-ish grey with black streaks – reminds me of camouflage, my favorite color. But oooooohh, the brains…did I tell you how good those are? I highly recommend them. Ooooooom! Ughhh!! Brains!!! I love the brains. Ummmmmm…I can’t remember why I ever ate anything else…ever. I vaguely remember being bitten, I think there were six of them. They ripped out my stomach……
***I posted this to celebrate another amazing show this past weekend…my first of 2018, at the NJ Horror Con and Film Fest. HOORAY!!! It would have been perfect if I made any money…and if all the vendors weren’t illegally searched (without probable cause) and harassed by the NJ Dept. of Revenue – before any of us were allowed to enter the show. It was all an intimidation/scare tactic for a bunch of pussy tax cops who had full access to a list of prepaid vendors long before the show opening. And it was all facilitated by the convention’s organizers/owners. It’s really not a matter of whether I participate in future shows with those people — it’s about whether I include them in the legal action that follows. I no longer tolerate being bullied. -Marsha