Scalps,
Tasteless, crunchy, gritty,
I scratch my scalp everyday,
Hoping for a nice chunk to chew.
Invigorating,
The feeling of dead, rough cells under my fingernails,
My senses are tingling,
I crave to eat more scalp.
I bleed,
My fingers wet and sticky,
Yet I do not cease, I scrape my fingers along.
I love skin,
Scalp skin is the best,
I eat about a cup of scalp a day.
Black scalp is better than white scalp,
More flavor, more texture.
Mmm... Yum.
I make people scratch my head for me,
I proceed to lick their fingers, my tongue is very strong.
I dream of a loved one eating my scalp,
I want to eat theirs.
I long to pick someone else's scalp,
To taste their unique scalp flavor,
One of a kind.
Bumpy, rough, smooth,
I dedicate my life to scalp.
One time, I took a scalpel to my head,
I ripped of a sheet of flakey scalp,
The tender crunch was enough to give me a wet dream.
Scalps.
Email me if you want me to eat your scalp, Im welcome.
