Roadkill, Guts Are Spilled

A Flattened Form Of Death

A Heavenly Delight

Death Is Sweet

Scoop Up The Meat

Intact Or Mashed-it Matters Not



I Bring Home My New Surprises

Open My Door, The Odour Rises

One That Makes Me Feel So Good

I Feel So Fucking High



I Smile At My Pride And Joy On My Walls

My Pets

Nailed Up High And Low

By The Throat

Intestinal Wreath

Rancid Beef



My Newest Tacked Up With The Rest

I Sit Back And Watch It Rot

Breathe Deep

Close My Eyes

Fantasize That I Am One Of Them