Sin Seer Eater Feed Her Peter Don't Delete Her

A seer sees a series of seas he's seen since he seated himself at the seeing table to season seared seaweed ceaselessly since he insisted his sister said certain significant systems seemed sinister to her. After asking her Alice automatically answered at an astronomically advanced abstraction an affecting aesthetic he'd never even heard about before. Really he said. 

Yes you yammer and yap and yawn all you want while I warn you we're wasting away here when we're wanted for weeding out whatever was in our way. The manner in which he stared at her could have filled a silver plate up to the rim with warm drool from the moon. 

Ew she said, why are you looking at me like that. I want to eat you he whispered. You mean to make a meal of me she seethed. That is exactly what I mean he snicker hissed. She got undressed and splayed her what he paid for. An intimate relation with another member of the human family. 

Wham blam the trick is dead. Get an executioner if you want to get ahead. Beat a batch of butter balling in the bed. Raise em praise em might not phase em but they'll graduate to hate well fed, well said, until we're all quite dead, go ahead, tell you what, why don't you instead do a good deed and take the lead, I think it can be agreed, what we feed consumes us, and assumes our identities too. 

Please realize we have eaten our father and passed him on as waste for the process, why yes he would be elated to find he was fated to play the next role in his decomposition to help fund raise the growth of the land which the hand understands was handed hand in hand on a grand scale to apprehend or wrap your head around before you were found down town drowned in a crown and worn upside down with you bloodless and hung up from the ground held up dry and bound to whether to wither away altogether or wander on the wind one must wonder, so the seer shook his head and took himself to bed to rid his mind of the reddening sight and what did he find in the middle of the night but a dream of a red river running through his head whispering  heatedly that nothing true was said.