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Robert J.Conley |
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From "A Self-Portrait" |
Because the meat that I buy is in plastic skin the secret of life remains unrevealed to me
I have never drunk blood and I only hunt by remote control on my TV set
When I go into the supermarket to buy meat portioned and ready packed how can I ask pardon from the spirit of the animal whose meat I am eating and where shall I light my fire? |
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