Thread:The Dead Writer/@comment-27021824-20180108231123

You are like a wine.

A wine that's made from fermented rat piss with the fine aroma of the dead fly-swarmed carcass of the three-day old deer.

With the delicate, crisp flavor of skunk farts, with highlights of ass sweat.

Your palette is rich with hints of residual dried shit crusts from a truck stop bathroom.

And it goes down with the long-lasting finish of fly-covered summer horror trash. 