As pointed out above, if you hate plants, you should eat as much meat as possible. Every kilo of meat represents at least ten kilos of plants eaten by the animal.
I don’t want another animal taking my Freudian pleasure. My pleasure of voring a verdant, fleshy succulent. Feeling the crunching snap of brutality as an innocent plant is ground between my glistering molars. The swallow, the mulched, peppery bolus perestalted down a wet, hungry, pulsing oesophegus. The conversion of what was once a marvel of evolution; a being that could harness the power of a living star to grow and thrive; into fodder for my next bowel movement. From stoma to stoma.
This is not some cool, by-the-numbers optimisation. This is raw, visceral, hungry cruelty.
The old adage can be given greater, poetic specificity. Revenge is a dish best served cold. And it is a salad.
As pointed out above, if you hate plants, you should eat as much meat as possible. Every kilo of meat represents at least ten kilos of plants eaten by the animal.
I don’t want another animal taking my Freudian pleasure. My pleasure of voring a verdant, fleshy succulent. Feeling the crunching snap of brutality as an innocent plant is ground between my glistering molars. The swallow, the mulched, peppery bolus perestalted down a wet, hungry, pulsing oesophegus. The conversion of what was once a marvel of evolution; a being that could harness the power of a living star to grow and thrive; into fodder for my next bowel movement. From stoma to stoma.
This is not some cool, by-the-numbers optimisation. This is raw, visceral, hungry cruelty.
The old adage can be given greater, poetic specificity. Revenge is a dish best served cold. And it is a salad.
I tip my hat to you