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Maggots wiggle around on the ground, squirm, shiver despite the bright, mid day rays of amber penetrating their coelomate bodies. They are Sectioned off, Dissected according to Volume, Mass, Amount, Worth, Originality, Attraction. We put them in pickling jars High on a shelf. Close the door, Lock the lock And send the key To rot unremembered In our stomachs. These memories Of maggots Rest not in our minds But rather Our stomachs. We digest them After we ****** them, As breakfast Always comes before Ravaging. However, the memory lives on in nostalgic bubbles of hydrochloric acid and pH under 3 in walls of flesh not quite dissolved; each section still tastes the same as it felt when it lived on the surface, wiggling on the ground.
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May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 3:09 PM UTC
A Science Unexplored
Maggots wiggle around on the ground, squirm, shiver despite the bright, mid day rays of amber penetrating their coelomate bodies. They are Sectioned off, Dissected according to Volume, Mass, Amount, Worth, Originality, Attraction. We put them in pickling jars High on a shelf. Close the door, Lock the lock And send the key To rot unremembered In our stomachs. These memories Of maggots Rest not in our minds But rather Our stomachs. We digest them After we ****** them, As breakfast Always comes before Ravaging. However, the memory lives on in nostalgic bubbles of hydrochloric acid and pH under 3 in walls of flesh not quite dissolved; each section still tastes the same as it felt when it lived on the surface, wiggling on the ground.
Eating worms in the name of science, in the name of fun!
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Lebanese
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 3:09 PM UTC
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