In my first horror collection, I had a trilogy of stories involving cannibalism. I think that I’ve gone on record on this very blog that I think that cannibalism is lame because getting eaten by a human of all things is embarrassing. Just imagine them eating you with their terrible flat teeth. Gross.

Well, I thought up three more cannibal ideas that I haven’t written yet that I think are very good. Except these are more class based because my brain has been calling them the “Eat the Rich” trilogy. I’m going to write them but still, why does my brain go here?

It’s a question I constantly ask when I’m writing horror. Am I sick? Twisted in the head? What’s my opinion on the Beatles considering what’s happening with Junji Ito and Hiyao Miyazaki’s art based on their opinion of the Beatles.

I’m indifferent to the Beatles. Where do I stand? Do I secretly love cannibalism? Oh god, am I into vore.

That’s a joke, I’m definitely not into vore. But now it sounds like I doth protest too much and I’m into vore. Ugh. I hate the internet and writing.

At least I’m on the right side of the class divide by wanting to eat the rich.