9.7.2002
 
Still trying to formulate some sort of image for "lunch." It's not so much the imagery (I already have a girl looking through a cookbook with someone's arm strapped to a cutting board nearby) but how I'm going to depict "lunch." So far it's either light through the windows or a watch/clock located somewhere depicting 12:00. The latter is more appealing, but I don't know where to put it. Yeesh.

On a plus side, I'm once again breaking out Exquisite Corpse to peruse the pages and draw some inspiration. A pity that I don't have any copies of the stuff that Dahmer wrote about cooking human flesh. The most I got out of EC was that human fat had a slightly foul taste, bone marrow doesn't make good soup stock, and heroine addicts taste slightly of ginger.

A trip to Manbeef.com is in order.

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