I'm going to to try to limit my "elemental" submissions to one a week (if permitted) following this week.

F*ck it – the proverbial prologue and I rock so hard; so scarred.

I rip through tough tissues – inspect the original bone yard.

Spill the essence for fun’s sake.

Kill the President – “Yum, steak!”

Slaughtering methods are questioned.

Well, here’s a little confession:

Sentience never suppressed and

Welcome to the

Stun, slit, spill, session.

So what’s the lesson?

Well, so far:

I rip colloidal mass for enjoyment. “Destroy Him!”

That’s bizarre.

Domesticate the potential carcass is culinary art.

Well f*ck:

Presidential assassin murders in the interest of taste:

That’s on par.

I bring that ruckus.

Recognize the iniquitous covenant.

Spill guts and start running it.

Like, the locomotive “meats” the aperture and is loving it –

For the fun of it – for the fun of you – for the love of stew.

Rip flesh, like mics, with no regard for life’s view.

So, when my canines pierce your protective membrane I’ll remember

To only nibble ‘cause I like you.

- AnthrAx

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