Fresh cucumbers on the cob and dead tangerine [life sucked out already], with a sauce made from your own congealed blood and spiced with scarred up forearms. Cook in stomach acid, drink that abyss and never feel satisfied. Never hear your stomach screaming because your voice died long ago, leaving a husk of a man. Humanity assumes the husk is edible, so they must prod at it, and find that it's too dead to care by now, for it's heart has undergone necrosis.