22:91

22:91 His friend expires in his arms, curdling from life as his use-by date passes and his contents turn deadly. Any attempt to convince people se’s still consumable fade away at the odour and white fuss coating his flesh. His friend squeezes too hard and breaks skin to the rot beneath, sobbing at the mush,Continue reading “22:91”

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