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Rotica 1: 1st Issue For Admiring Online
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a cannibalistic farmer raises his eyes to heaven
I was in the barn the other day,
slaughtering children for veal, arms drenched in sticky glops of red, when the sun broke through a cotton cloud, lasering its broad, blinding warmth past the floating white's wild edges, through my new energy-efficient barn windows to dry the blood on my raised arms to a stiff, cracking paint. I tossed away the tiny, fat leg I was holding, kicked some moaning infants aside, and ran out into the golden fields to bask in the glory of God.
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