Sometimes I catch a scent of something and it transforms me into a monster. Just like when a vampire gets a wiff of blood and suddenly his friends have to pull out their wooden stakes, sometimes I see or imagine something so tasty that it intoxicates me and I find myself doing things I don’t want to do.
So the moral of the story is that if you’re a vampire and you don’t want to end up eating your friends, don’t go to the farmer’s market and walk through the raw meat section. And if you don’t want to be the type of person that uses people for sex, then learn where not to look, where not to let your mind go and give a proper fear to that intoxicating thought before it can sink its teeth into you.
Raw Spoon
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