I Am Bones

Me BONES! Me chalk stick puzzle, can walk, can fix blender! Me BONES! Me of hard earth clay, old rock fossil pile, clatter and stump! Hooray for BONES! Drink you milk, eat you Coconut, chew you good gritty Clay. All BONE man BONE woman look same, no fat, no thin, no ugly. What this?


Where MEAT come from? Why have MEAT? Meat hang on bones. Meat stink. Meat rot. Meat wag meat flaps, speak hate. Speak different. You meat Black, you meat White, you meat funny.

This sorry state of affairs. BONE man good, but BONE man weighted with Meat, no good. Covet woman meat, want rub meat parts. Want put tiny meat inside other meat, make more meats. Rut, stink, shiver, squirt, spawn, mate, die. Meat root of evil.

Lucky BONE man! Lucky BONE woman! Meat rot away. Meat go. Meat but a passing phase, temporary madness. Meat grow, and shrink, and shrivel. Meat passeth away under the dirt, and become one with all that went before it.

BONES live on. BONES last unto end of world. Meat only temporary. But BONES is forever! Hooray!

Author: mattamati

Nothing remarkable to report. Born in suburbs. Diffidently educated. Used to do other jobs, now he does this one. Fancies self a writer.

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