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I read somewhere that you could bite off your own pinky finger, as easily as biting a baby carrot in half. We think that we’re resilient, miracles incarnate, but we are just bones waiting to be crushed between each other’s teeth. We are waiting to be plucked peeled battered baked fried mashed into something unrecognizable, something that someone will look at and say, “that’s too beautiful to eat.”
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
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I read somewhere that you could bite off your own pinky finger, as easily as biting a baby carrot in half. We think that we’re resilient, miracles incarnate, but we are just bones waiting to be crushed between each other’s teeth. We are waiting to be plucked peeled battered baked fried mashed into something unrecognizable, something that someone will look at and say, “that’s too beautiful to eat.”
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
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