I am a word eater. 
There, that's my confession.
I've tasted every word you can think of. I've felt the satisfying crunch of 'massacre' between my teeth, soaked up the juicy letters in 'absolution,' and let 'pearl,' and 'apple' roll around on my tongue till they have dissolved completely. 
I use the sad blank pages of books as napkins, wiping at my lips to hide the evidence, but now it's time to tell you, to confess.
I am a word eater, you can figure out the rest.