You know who you are ..

Josh walked the creaky steps, carefully balancing the wooden tray topped with teapot and cup. He found himself a comfy seat in the form of a cushy leather sofa, framed by oriental cushions.

Josh smiled, wiping the blood from his face with his fingers, before placing them provocatively in his mouth and sucking. He closed his eyes in pleasure.

I have changed her name, this is true story.

The room was packed out, the walls cracking with the intense atmosphere, seams splitting and wounds opening. Shirts were drenched, faces pale and legs weak.

A humor/satire on extreme political correctness - Oh, don't worry, I promise no one will be offended

I'll work for years to write, as literature, what defines me ....I'll never cease until I can can fabricate a colloquial bearing of my soul, a canonical taster of my essence.

murder innit.