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At which point, does a man realized that he is everything but a human who he thinks he is? I am asking for your permission to allow me to cut open your abdomen so that I can pull your intestines before your eyes and display it just like the fish and the hen at the daily market. You may chew and taste it on your own before you digest it, and figure out whether it will grow again or not. Never mind, I had enough of this blood smell so I am just going to ring the bell again, and I am asking you again: At which point, does a man realized that he is everything but a human who he thinks he is?
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
Nothing but a man
At which point, does a man realized that he is everything but a human who he thinks he is? I am asking for your permission to allow me to cut open your abdomen so that I can pull your intestines before your eyes and display it just like the fish and the hen at the daily market. You may chew and taste it on your own before you digest it, and figure out whether it will grow again or not. Never mind, I had enough of this blood smell so I am just going to ring the bell again, and I am asking you again: At which point, does a man realized that he is everything but a human who he thinks he is?
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
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