give me a fucking spider so it can teach me how to crawl. allow it to drag me to chillier climes. bring me a fucking centipede, so that I may learn how to avoid its poison. let it rend me incapable. have me for dinner, while wasps write our alibis. procure a fucking leach, so our hearts beat slower. rend me asunder by proxy. recite to me a pointless tale, and don't bother to ask permission when you remove my liver. or, was it my conscience? a sentence mistaken for a foregone conclusion. piety mistaken for social contract.
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