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Meat Thinks About Meat And Th'ought
born(e) in to
a
likelihood some th'ought
as love..............n'ow
left as some one
strange to me (my own) identity
in an elder orphan age.........look at 'em,
would ye? skinbone &
misplaced
adipose.....wheeling thru mindwarp
lock'up, lock'down,
lock'in
(Lock,lock...who's there? )
who,
indeed? what deed done get ye
here?
no need of such deed........just is.......j u s t i s.......
thee real-world just needs ye to die..........dis'posed
to uselessness....
locked in the common
place
self'renewing
delusion
of what 'it
is' to be
Here
(beyond
This
Point)................all Life being so(called) Sacred.
~ O, oh wait. It's all right. It really is! The medicine has cured me, my meat! ~
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