Chopping up hookers
Feeding time at the pig farm
Just another day
Hello Officer
No, there’s nothing to see here
OK then, goodbye
The hot tub bubbles
Collect around her body
As it floats face down
Aroused and confused
Picked him up in a gay bar
Now he’s in my fridge
It wasn’t my fault
Needing to feel the softness
Of wearing her skin
Should I carve her face
With my brand new shiny axe
Or chop off her tits?
Dead body rotting
I skull fuck the eye sockets
My basement play place
It makes me so hard
My penis muscle pulsates
Killing hitchhikers
I try to clean them
But the maggots keep eating
The tits I chopped off
The child’s bloated corpse
Well hidden from stranger’s eyes
I wipe off my cum