Becca wrote this poem about the possum fur nipple drawer statue because omg look at it why wouldn’t you write something about it.
*heavy chanting* “MTN DILK, MTN DILK, COME AND DRINK THE SPICY MILK!” Back with one to make you chunder, Rebecca our queen among carnivores serves up jugs of the fresh and frothy ‘MTN DILK’.
You just can’t beat the mad butcher’s meat… In this rural bodice-ripper, stone-butch shepherd seduces farmer’s-wife femme.
Rebecca reached out to bad apple about the possibility of publishing a poem titled “It’s Morbin’ Time” and this is the result.
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
Help keep the lights on.