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I've been doing nothing but fantasizing about /umami/
Nothing but thinking about meat. Meat plump and filled with juicy fat, meat swollen round and heavy, meat carefully cultivated and grown with love. The desire to eat, the desire to be eaten, the desire to feed, the desire to be fed to, these things no longer have divisions. Was there ever /meat/ and was there ever /ag/? There is only the hunger now, the satisfaction of a juicy steak being ground in between eager teeth. The satisfaction of the hunger being replaced with meat.
Was I an architect or was I a meathead? I'm not sure now, all I know is that I've found a truth beyond either.
