Blessed Is He Who Trusts In The Lard (Cult of Kill #11)

(The estimated reading time for this is 16 minutes) 1. Outsiders claim we’re a cult. Others say it’s a fat farm. I know it’s the last step toward heaven and that we’re the chosen. I was born in Beefleham, on a small farm where my father raised pigs and crops. I remember that night when it […]
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Patrick Kill specializes in writing the most absurd, iconoclastic humorous dark fiction around. At 6'1'', he is the tallest midget on earth. He is a competitive eater…of children. He prefers footie pajamas with someone else's feet in them. He fishes for dead bodies in drainage ditches during the day and traps for yeti at night. He is the most ridiculous man in the world. His favorite saying is: "I don't always eat humans, but when I do, it's dos Mexicanos. Stay evil, my friends." Until they invent the first anti-social network, you will be unable to connect with him in any manner except by leaving a comment where his work appears. Which he will, in turn, not even bother to read. Get Cult of Kill, Volume 1 HERE.

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