I may be this thing,
you call human
I am composed of flesh
but my thoughts are deceiving:
So too are the flesh monsters, next to me, part of the clan
I am them as they are me
We share a bodily miracle
this vessel we are bestowed, both, at the birth
and now, they let it go so far
how sticky is the fat, really
i chose to go to the gym. after how many lack-their-of choices does the impossible actually flourish
at what point does the apathy smear, on knife point over dotted skin,
relishing the puns and double entendres
unlimited appetizers pale, in thick and stuffed comparisons, to vessels of fat, to vessels of toppings and condiments
Cheerfully the masses en masse throw plastic, away and to the Visa Vista, to plateau a spending quarterly figure that matches the shape of their bodies: well rounded.
And yet I want to lick them up and down, I want to taste the underside of their breast fat. I want to know the putrid stench of the garlic armpits. How can I make them sweat? What activity would best suit the pumping of adrenaline? Some 20 degree inclined treadmill? Those things were actually torture devices for prisoners, so that might just have to be the cornerstone.
But I want to make them keep eating.I want to jump into their skin and use their bodies to their fullest extension; how much will fit into their stomachs; at what point do They get full; what is the chemical feeling of their body makeup that associates with the food intake and how do their ‘drugs’ feel?
What do work out sessions feel like? How difficult is a sit up? What is it like to operate a tub of lard?
What turns them on? What makes their bodies convulse and what do convulsions feel like for them?
To know the other is fascinating. It’s a passing hobby of my mind—to wonder what their nervous systems interprets. I’d like to know their sexual limit. I’d like to roll around on the floor and feel their/my skin on the floor: would I even feel bones?
What could their flesh taste like? Would the isolated/apocalyptic desert island scenario rationalize the mastication of their vessel? What part of their anatomy tastes best and why? How long do we cook it? Does their meat have a flavor or texture associated to the intake of food they have?
Do they taste like Twinkies?