Find an animal, a beast.
It's always howling, starving
Desire before, after
It always forgets to sleep, always forgets to eat
Sometimes I forget to live.
But when the flesh floats through its nose
Its teeth will grow again.
We'll feed ourselves to it to take its milk.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It won't hurt.
It'll be warm.
It will securely close its eyes.
For it surely knows when it dies.
We'll lift its head up.
One individual was recruited by the Meat Hanger.
It loaths to the father, to the heaven
It's confident, generous
What's left of it?
Or left some wreckage and teeth marks?
It needs to come with its own desire and only to satisfy it.
It depends on how much you dig out of each other.
We are weak and incompetent and can only offer ourselves for its enjoyment.
Help it be a single person.
toobadtobad
Scan the 2-dimensional code and add a meat grinder assistant.
kousi-theatre
Scan 2-D, add dead play.
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