thegurl
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- 6 de Nov, 2017
Humans are an incredible species. They speak, breathe and live in a world they've mentally created and are content and uncontent with their own clashing morals and instincts. It is an attractive thing to think of them as slabs of meat, as all creatures are. To hang meet up on the parlor door is unacceptable to hang human meat is of humanity's decent. We are all being hung up on the wall when we're ready for consumption. To have animals living on the hooks is unacceptable. We cannot see them hanging there uselessly. They should be eaten! This is what we know, that animals are to be used usefully. All we can understand is calories. Calories, the energy and simple use of resources spins our worlds around.
And yet we do the most pointless things ourselves in order to escape the idea of calories. The escapes are varied and seemingly complex, but they cannot escape it. The final escape is the hook, or is it? When the consumer becomes the consumee, have they escaped the cycle? It is up to the morally ambiguous beings of the world to eat and make their own morals. we feast on calories, avoid calories and die by calories. We live in a world of meat, and when we die we can only hope to be buried, lest we be displayed on the meat hooks we live by.
Also, do humans go ee-eee-eee? My friend paul said they do, but he's been sniffing thermal vents.
And yet we do the most pointless things ourselves in order to escape the idea of calories. The escapes are varied and seemingly complex, but they cannot escape it. The final escape is the hook, or is it? When the consumer becomes the consumee, have they escaped the cycle? It is up to the morally ambiguous beings of the world to eat and make their own morals. we feast on calories, avoid calories and die by calories. We live in a world of meat, and when we die we can only hope to be buried, lest we be displayed on the meat hooks we live by.
Also, do humans go ee-eee-eee? My friend paul said they do, but he's been sniffing thermal vents.
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