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does hamburger meat stick together because it is still searching for the ghost of it's bones? in college, i worked in a factory. i trudged to work every monday morning at five thirty and put on gloves to plunge into the sticky mess of beef that i weighed and clipped and submerged in. the meat sticks together and bleeds into the same palm, which is my own. i am livestock. i am a nonsensical sticky mass of fat that is being pulled apart by another. although i am trying to pull myself back together, the bones i clung to were yours.
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
it's 1:30 and i am drunk, thinking about raw meat
does hamburger meat stick together because it is still searching for the ghost of it's bones? in college, i worked in a factory. i trudged to work every monday morning at five thirty and put on gloves to plunge into the sticky mess of beef that i weighed and clipped and submerged in. the meat sticks together and bleeds into the same palm, which is my own. i am livestock. i am a nonsensical sticky mass of fat that is being pulled apart by another. although i am trying to pull myself back together, the bones i clung to were yours.
Birwin
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Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
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