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break open the stable doors, trip over the oven, let out the uncooked animals before the butcher shows up. it's time to share freedom with our brethren, let them explore the world without the fear of death always hanging one breath away dangling.

daggatolar 13-Sep-04/11:09 AM
Unfortunately, the "uncooked" beef is in wait for the fire. The butcher deed is done already.... if only our love can become love beyond the self then maybe freedom can grow to mean something in us for others.
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