every birth is a rebirth every garden an eden each person is old earth every death is a freedom deceased meat and vegetable matter help us get a little fatter blood placenta, piles of dung the sullied beds from where we sprung a chicken’s breast is so delicious the slaughterhouse is where it's sliced a quiet flower is so precious your fertile shit is where it's lifed
trying to be a good daoist and recognise paradoxes in my mind.
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