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the sinews whisper, "Enough," as bloodstains mar the tranquility of the gut’s warm embrace
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the gut, in its throbbing, tender sanctum, abhors the violence of the blade
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the walls pulse with life, following the scent of blood and marrow
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l'i sdkhjriej upt trvz aeg ymdiu.
we're connected! be careful who you whisper to, small meat
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ja hti dwbzidbwar cmhiifv ie kfbhurh ncskz?
zemk q hwar jha znc dhwie?
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send your cries to the meat
whisper to us your names
the gut will comfort its children
there are 00/15 holes left to fill
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we counted them today
15 holes to fill, theyre shaped like you
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when did the meat begin? will it ever end? will the biome become disrupted?
since the first meat grew in the chaos, the meat holds us tenderly
meat is eternal
the biome is a delicate dance between meat, quivering like a sad dog. whimpering but undisturbed. the gut holds all, and all will return to the gut
the gut is frail today
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