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They could arrest him for it, even send him to the Municipal Slaughterhouse and process him. Assassinate him, would be the correct term, but it can’t be used.
oh damn, so they cant even use the word human
instilled the idea in society that in the end, meat is meat, it doesn’t matter where it’s from.
She looks at the camera and says: “I serve my family special food, it’s meat, like I’ve always served, but tastier.” The whole family smiles and eats their dinner.
Wild
He says their vocal cords are removed so they’re easier to control. “No one wants them to talk because meat doesn’t talk,” he says.
On the way to the exit, they pass the barn where the impregnated females are kept. Some are in cages, others lie on tables. They have no arms or legs.
Oh my god
Today Spanel sells brochettes made of ears and fingers, which she calls “mixed brochettes.” She sells eyeball liquor. And tongue à la vinaigrette.
“I don’t get why a person’s smile is considered attractive. When someone smiles, they’re showing their skeleton.” He realizes he’s never seen her smile, not even when she took hold of the hooks, raised her face, and cried out in pleasure. It was a single cry, a cry both brutal and dark. “I know that when I die somebody’s going to sell my flesh on the black market, one of my awful distant relatives. That’s why I smoke and drink, so I taste bitter and no one gets any pleasure out of my death.” She takes a quick drag and says, “Today I’m the butcher, tomorrow I might be the cattle.”
“I’m surrounded by death, all day long, at all hours of the day,” she says, and points to the carcasses in the fridge. “Everything indicates that my destiny is in there. Or do you think we won’t have to pay for this?”
Owning slaves is prohibited.
Oh well thats good at least..
“What do the green marks on their chests mean?” “Those head have been selected for the game reserve. The specialists examine them and pick the ones in the best physical condition. The hunters need prey that challenges them, they want to chase after the head, they’re not interested in sitting targets.”
Even for sport. This is just wild
A guillotine door opens and a naked female, barely twenty years of age, walks in. She’s wet and her hands are held behind her back with a zip tie. She’s been shaved. Inside the box there’s very little space. It’s almost impossible for her to move. Sergio places the stainless steel shackle, which runs along a vertical rail, around the female’s neck and clamps it shut. The female trembles, shakes a little, tries to free herself. She opens her mouth. Sergio looks her in the eye and pats her a few times on the head, almost like he’s petting her. He says something to her they can’t hear, or sings
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Its so crazy to me this book did not come with trigger warnings
A different employee plunges the corpses below the surface with a stick and moves them around.
"thats good soup"
How many head do they have to kill each month so he can pay for his father’s nursing home? How many humans do they have to slaughter for him to forget how he laid Leo down in his cot, tucked him in, sang him a lullaby, and the next day saw he had died in his sleep? How many hearts need to be stored in boxes for the pain to be transformed into something else? But the pain, he intuits, is the only thing that keeps him breathing. Without the sadness, he has nothing left.
Because hatred gives one strength to go on; it maintains the fragile structure, it weaves the threads together so that emptiness doesn’t take over everything.
he knew it was white because of the purity of the child inside, but are we really that pure when we arrive in this world?
He runs his hand over her belly. She’s eight months pregnant.
SHUT UP
“The human being is the cause of all evil in this world. We are our own virus.”
“After all, since the world began, we’ve been eating each other. If not symbolically, then we’ve been literally gorging on each other. The Transition has enabled us to be less hypocritical.”
Jasmine falls to the floor, stunned, unconscious. Cecilia jumps when she hears the thud and looks at him without understanding. “Why?” she yells. “She could have given us more children.” As he drags the body of the female to the barn to slaughter it, he says to Cecilia, his voice radiant, so pure it wounds: “She had the human look of a domesticated animal.”
WHAT?!?!
Acknowledgments
THATS HOW IT ENDS?!?!
