pennydreadful
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“How does it feel to become the darling of the recipe world?” The interviewer’s voice was unsteady as he asked his questions. This wasn’t the type of interview he would normally partake in, “I do appreciate the flattery, but I would not exactly call myself a darling. I’m glad to have an opportunity to share
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The darkness eats my heart,It fills it with the silky, inky lust,Constricting my thoughts,Overpowering my desires,Restricting my free will,Possessing my thoughts. Powerless,Its arms enwrap me,I feel it’s rapture, it’s longing,Deep within, I relent,Giving way to its orders,Preparing for my madness. Drink the poison,Else others will suffer,They have in death,The monster that dwells,It screams to be
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“Child, you’re supposed to be digging up those potatoes, not staring at them. We need to get these potatoes dug up before they turn into a potato graveyard.” “Nanny, are potatoes supposed to look like fingers?” “Some, yes, but these should be bigger than that.” “Nanny, this potato doesn’t look ok.” Nanny placed her hands
The ghoulish gourmet! 