Desmartin's Blood Filling Joint in Both Hands

Desmartin took his blood filled joint in both hands, his blood filled joy what it's been jointed, cried he desmar tin. He guided himself into bella's very own muffin mould with ease and triumph. The essence of m d flowed all over her like runny cement, essence of m d. Can i say it's odd that this is the most reassuring bit of the chapter so far? It feels like we're very, kind of familiar familiara ancored to something how ting saty backet steals pots and pans. There's some em some kind of childhood references in here, quite upsetting....