...Undead lovers taste sweetest when the lights are on, when the camcorders are charged, with fanboys worldwide sitting logged on, beating bloodstains into their tighty-whities to the tune of twenty-four ninety-five a month to watch you go as low as a woman ever has.

"Dead meat is still meat", you wink at the lenses, your face streaked with muddy spit, your throat clawed as if your orgasms were prizes to be wrung free, candies liberated from a skullfucked piñata that gargles before swallowing.

The tongues of riflemen guarding the scene carve you up and serve you to one another, ready to eat. Your name they cast amidst fantasies enamoring you of ankle-stump dildos and baser things you haven't done but will soon enough. Everything has a price, or so you've said....

- Excerpt, "Z.G.S."

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