I cannot pretend that this project is in any way moral, sane or defensible. I know only that to bear a cold cut bedecked skull upon a platter into the midst of a Dionysian-frenzied crowd of Halloween revelers chanting "Meat head. Meat Head. MEAT! HEAD!" is to know what it is to touch the face of an angel. Here's how to make your own. |
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