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The meat grinder hung his hair.
Throw it in the wheel.
Let me remember, I was wrong.
Say it first.
"Daddy, ah, Mama."
When?
Hate, love.
Through the cold mechanical tunnel.
In a pot full of fresh meat.
It's new. It's old. It's old.
But a man, but a woman, one, zero.
Cover your mouth and double masks.
Put your fingers in your throat and hang them to the point where they spit nothing.
I want it.
I'm going to make the meat grinder a hundred million vortex.
In the red dots of the original, the intestines of everyone and the ugliest desires.
You think you're decent?
You think your life will survive?
Crush! Crush!
General
General
Both
Hang
Break
Hanging out old meat.
If you can.
It's best that nobody cleans up during the meatstuff rehearsal. Play, line, guide, leave. See, too. The meat grinder is welcome to everyone, but it needs a name you dared. It should not be possible to influence the qualifications of any one person in relation to another person, or to influence any visitor who could have been involved. Nor can one be prevented from becoming an actor by one of those illusions.
The meat grinder is open for recruitment or replacement for any actor.
The meat grinder is open for observation and every man who dares to surrender his name becomes an effective observer.
I'm sorry.
I'm sure it's not the same for a co-founder.
But it's not like it's a big deal.
It's made love. It's real made love.
You feel it. I feel it.
Oh, yeah. Not even making love to you.
You're not gonna do anything?
I can hide from the cat.
The most beautiful thing about humans is that when two cold bodies lean together, both warm up.
toobadtobad
Scan the 2-dimensional code and add a meat grinder assistant.
kousi-theatre
Scan 2-D, add dead play.