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Member since 2003 · Posted 13 Sep 2004 · 3 comments

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.

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[5] daggatolar 13-Sep-04/11:09 AM Reply

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.
Good poem can only fit in a world transformed free from strive and competition

[7] Prince of Void 13-Sep-04/11:15 AM Reply

a nice poem

[5] LintyWeenis 13-Sep-04/7:41 PM Reply

Eh, I'm a meat-eater, what can I say?