I am saddened, to know that I am a descendant of a narrow-minded, ill-witted, weak-willed, ignorant sheep. I am happy that I am able to admit to such a painful truth. I spit on genetic codes that are imprinted in our bodies, but not in our souls. We are who we make ourselves to be. I thank the sheep for its delicious artery-blocking meat and its warm, smelly skin. Yet I chose to only see it, and only hear it, just like in an old nursery rhyme from my childhood, the memory is sweet.
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I draw and play with pictures and words for a living. I love scuba diving, dance and really dark chocolate. With chilly. Or with crystallised ginger. mmmmmm.
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@smellyfingers @powpunch I believe your first comments absolutely, it's the knowledge that supports me through the low points in my life.
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