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Ingrid copied me.
I posted this over two years ago on the Maher site.
"Canine" teeth sit in your head as the vegetarian words cross them.
You never chose this.
No religion or argument can change it.
When I die,
Please get me quick
and quick,
take out my liver
so I can be a giver,
Turn my skin into a drum and my
guts into cello strings.
Make jewelry from my teeth,
pass out my eyes,
give give my cartilage,
give give my bones,
and
EAT MY MEAT!
Do put me in plasticine or in a box...
EAT MY MEAT!
Have a feast of me!
Serve me crispy... with potatoes done well,
and wonderful mushrooms and crisp, wet cucumbers and strawberries.
The most honor that I can do is to heal your paper cuts and make your hair grow for a portion of a day.
That is the best I can offer.
Place me not into the ground!
EAT MY MEAT!
Graveyards from the 1600's were dug up in Europe
to get more real estate.
It was discovered that MANY bodies in caskets,
were dead and dried in clawing positions
and
there were scrapes on the insides of the caskets.
MANY people, who today, would be in "a coma"
were thought to be dead and were buried instead.
Graveyards did have weirds screams and the barely alive might really arise.
Graveyards do have too much chi.
DON'T BURY ME OR TURN ME INTO PLASTIC!
EAT ME!!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
EAT ME EAT ME EAT ME"
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