no more blood of lamb, or chicken, of ground walking beast, no more, nothing so juvenile. the ketones are changing me, the raw meat is vegan. the raw meat is vegan because meat gives itself willingly. the meat can speak, and it tells me i am doing so well, i am doing so good, so self-sustaining. such a perfect man for the meat. so good. so handsome. fingers diving into folds of marbled white on crimson red. so yellow the fat, jovial and fecund like the springtime. the meat is vegan, but only raw, only looking, only tender, only as fuel and as a form of worship. the meat is vegan, my breath is delicious, wafting copper and every form of excretion and filtration burns so deliciously that my mind and body becomes naught but a vessel for meat, raw meat, vegan raw meat.

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