Meat Confetti Vol. 1.666
Meat Confetti gets satanic in this issue. For those of you who thought ’72 pages of high quality alt lit isn’t enough’ there’s this bundled baby boy. It claws at your eyes. The little baby wants to drink your blood. Let it. Just take a gaze into the deeply satanic child’s eyes and try to say no to that face. Satan is a powerful man. Do not mess with his baby. Give it to the overwhelming influence of pure, uncut evil.
Austin Islam begins with a trip to Beijing. Cool your body off high up in the sky. Once you die on takeoff everybody will leave you alone until it is too late. Think this would probably not happen. Figure after your neighbor steals enough of your food they’ll understand. It definitely would happen if the corpse had the aisle seat.
Cole Eldridge plays on his cat’s fur. Looking at his cat’s fur he knows the cat doesn’t care about him. Poor cats fail to understand true love. All they know is the hand that feeds them.
Eric Prewitt loves you. Keep your distance. Overuse of the letter ‘Z’ can only mean one thing. Let’s just say Eric Prewitt wants your online persona all for himself.
Michael O’ Brien has a lot to learn. First thing is to know how to fall. Babies usually understand this fairly quickly. Guess O’Brien is in infant stage. Hope somebody keeps him away from those cigarettes. If he can’t fall he shouldn’t be smoking. Classical music’s life consists of providing soundtracks for our favorite shows. That’s classical music’s life now, underfunded, begging to score toilet paper commercials ironically.
Moon Temple laughs in your face. This is what bunnies do. Flee with Moon Temple as a rabbit. Start a new life as a new creature. Run rabbit run, build that hole, get good sun.
Penny Goring hangs out with Necrothing. Budding sexuality likes Necrothing. Each part of the body is explained. Teeth advertise silence like it was going out of style. Silence will always be with us. With the internet there is less of a need to talk aloud. It is not a bird or a plane. Sexuality cannot fly. Though it boggles the mind, it only asks questions, never answers a single one of them. Part of the fun does not know a damned thing. What is a joy is seeing the innocence fade away. Knowledge is the power to see without bias. Crazy things happen with Necrothing. Life is interesting with this lovely companion.
Sarah Edwards ends it with pictures. Hearts pump rusts. That’s called the rust belt. It tightens up with each worry. Words are violently thrown across the page. Figments give away tiny secret in the candlelight. You need to set the mood for the truth, hence the judges with powdered wigs and bored jury.
For those who cannot get enough of Tofu Meat Confetti, here’s a tad bit more for those late night cravings.