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@martymc @gandy (stretches, flicking our razor-sharp claws) Meeeeeeooooow.

@gandy meeeeoooow.

@gandy moidering... just moidering...

@martymc *sniffs the air, tastes the fear*

@gandy I can smell you.

I dreamed a dream of a dead pigeon, head ripped from body, with irises of surprise. Heaven.

I can smell meat, and I can see bone.

The streets of London are cold. Meatsacks huddle and laugh. Waiting for one to stray from the path. A warm bed of flesh and hair.

I have made a nest in santas arsemeat and am piloting him into peoples houses. All the adults and children love the redfaced man. Meeeow.

I am eating @gandy's cheese. It's got an interesting texture. (He's still alive because I murdered a cow earlier. Milkblood is good blood.)

I have a need. A base need.

I caught the eye of a tramp the other day.

Aren't we all just bloodsocks? Warm, inviting, bloodsocks? Meeeooow.

@dougald Meeeeooooow. You taste of thoughts. I can feel them on my... tounge.

Young man. Soft man. Warm man. On platform drinking coffee. Warm coffee, warm man. Choices choices...

Everytime I stretch someone dies.