YOU DISCUSSED ME
So what? I like the taste of vomit… My own, other people’s. Shit,
I have even eaten dog vomit. Cat’s as well. So, what of it? You’re not the
one tasting it… feeling it work its way down your throat, triggering your
gag reflex and churning your own stomach juices, to rise up and meet the
foreign spew, dragging it down to the pit of your gut, to sit and simmer.
No, you’re not, so shut up. I know you’ve been telling people. I see them
whispering to each other, casting furtive glances my way. You’re the only
person who’s ever seen me chow down on a chunder, so it had to be you.
Don’t even insult me by trying to deny it.
Of all the times to finally get busted as well! You would most
definitely disagree, but I consider you very fortunate indeed, to have
walked in on me at that particular time. Y’see, I have eaten ten hells of a
lot of spew, but this was the first time I had tried such an interesting and
exotic blend. It was a vomcoction of spew that could never be replicated,
with the price of it literally being my life. Ok, OK! I will tell you about it,
but you have to stop spreading rumours about me and divulging to folks
about my unorthodox eating habits.
Deal? Ok. What you are about to hear, nobody will believe you
anyway. Now, you pay attention. I had to go through Hell to be able to tell
you this tale.
This one, Rejected For Content 4 - Highway To Hell was released some time in 2016 and you can find it at the link below on Kindle and paperback. Eye recommend you read this on an empty stomach.