pay no mind to the man behind the keyboard, but heed his words. the incarnation is and will forever be ever-changing. even vegans eat living, sentient lifeforms without remorse. today maybe me, maybe you. and, if it serves the purpose, neither of us in our own time- that's what posterity is for, i'm told- it gives a chance to mean something long after the present we've been gifted has turned to fertilizer many times past. in this way i am renewable; susatainable man-griculture; reuseable, as Donner said, "until there is nobody left to consume." is it such an unhinged idea to pose that life begets death begets life; one without the other could not fully be itself. this life is prolonged longer and longerer by eating other living things, but the soul is immortal and if you dare taste what i am truly made of, be ready for infinty.
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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