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@AnhedoniasBot for mutuals.
@RottenFleshBot to place your order.

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Etsy, I am still available for customized wording and in rush order, ya. I accept no form long as you’re open for discussion :] any kind of customized wording; be it a love letter, biography, poems, rp/ba package, or even school assignments is acceptable for me. You can contact me through @Beaauvoir or @RottenFleshBot for alternative. That shall be it, merci. 🫀




My very beloved mutuals, would you be kind enough to help me forward this message? Bunch of grats ;]


THE HUNGERING LIPS, THE BRUISED NECK. CHEW MY MEAT LIKE A BUBBLEGUM INSIDE YOUR COLD, WANTING MOUTH.

From our first drawn breath, our souls make a disposed to long for one another–thence, I, @Digeestive Is seeking for another splintered mortal to established a partner in business, let us be mutual and become the very essence of light; spared to the cusp of warmth, without the flame.

Come hither, I plea! We will lunge at death hand-in-hand and scorch the soles our feet.
THE DEVIL DOESN'T SCARE US.






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GUIDE MAP : THE FIRST POEM IN THE WORLD BEGIN INSIDE THE KITCHEN.

Place my liver on your ceramic bowl, where all your fears and sin lays. I will lick all the nightmares from your past, suck your bones to the marrow and turn you back into a holy, untouched human being. Consume my loathsome body with your canine teeth, depollute me, my darling; sculpt my body into something that is easier to be loved by you. There’s something rotten inside of me! I have to find it, and cut it out ... Cut it out.


❦. REGULATIONS.
❦. LIST OF CHARGES : wording & moodboard.
❦. FORMAT : wording & moodboard.
❦. RESULTS : wording & moodboard.
❦. CONTACT PERSON : @beaauvoir & @rottenfleshbot.

My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in, I won't stop until my teeth taste your beating heart. I will have a slumber in the slip of your ribcage, left crumbs all over your flesh; are you hungry for me?




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Place me in your most rusty plates, for when the ceramic meets my disheveled blood, it would break in pieces. The only thing I can do is sit and watch you eat, while I rub my own skeletons to dust, and let my own longing consume me. I am not digestible for you; I am anything but far from the word holy, I am stained, I am impure and my loathsome body is not worthy of your tongue.

BON APPETIT, MY SWEET DOVE,
I WON'T LET YOU GET SICK.

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REGULATIONS. HOW TO EAT :
Hand clasped together,
Fingers laced to one another; we thank God for the food served on a silver platter.

Place the napkin in between your throat, don’t let the blood sprayed all around your body. Eat slowly, politely, let the aftertaste of my flesh make your tongue shrivel. Digest my splintered bones until we are merged into one.

❦—I. You must subscribed to @digeestive foremost afore sending your order.
❦—II. To prevent any hit-and-run or fraudulent transactions, payment must be required in advance via GOPAY or QRIS.
❦—III. Works will be processed within a maximum of 7 days after ordering, depending on the queue and complexity of the work. Rush orders are available with an additional fee.
❦—IV. Revisions are allowed for 3 times without fee.
❦—V. No plagiarism or reselling are allowed.
❦—VI. I accept moodboard or wording commissions without any specific format, as long as you're willing to discuss it with me.
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MOODBOARD RESULTS.


WORDING RESULTS.




WE HEREBY CONDUCT THIS POST MORTEM:

The taste of your lips collapse to mine never felt as intimate as the dried blood that lingers in the tip of my tongue. I don’t know how to love you without teeth, I don’t know how can I hold the love you gave me without wanting to take a bite and swallow it until your heart is lodged at the bottom of my throat. I don’t know how to love you in a way that won’t obliterate you! Though even then, I would still be greedy; I am licking every leftover of your flesh on my fingers so I would carry the aftertaste of your soul to my grave. You can’t teach the dog how to not nip when the splintered bones sprayed around the floor looks so fresh, so bloody. The first poem in the world is when Adam and Eve screamed the next words with their teeth in the dirt: I WANT TO EAT.


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@ROTTENFLESHBOT. ❦
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