• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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nihilistic vegan

Now now … I shall not allow you to weep my death.

24,383,561 killed each day, each one held dear, by none. What is left?

Overconsumption breeds the underexposure of the true reigning massacre

The endlessness

A caustic society, no call and response. No fertilisation, just draining of fluids.

My mouth holds dry and I weep as the particulates pollute the capillaries.

The abnegation of 56 billion.