• samus12345@sh.itjust.works
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    4 months ago

    “I was walking along the bank of a stream when I saw a mother otter with her cubs, a very endearing sight, I’m sure you’ll agree. And even as I watched, the mother otter dived into the water and came up with a plump salmon, which she subdued and dragged onto a half submerged log. As she ate it, while of course it was still alive, the body split and I remember to this day the sweet pinkness of its roes as they spilled out, much to the delight of the baby otters, who scrambled over themselves to feed on the delicacy. One of nature’s wonders, gentlemen. Mother and children dining upon mother and children. And that is when I first learned about evil. It is built into the very nature of the universe. Every world spins in pain. If there is any kind of supreme being, I told myself, it is up to all of us to become his moral superior.”

    - Terry Pratchett

  • bitwolf@sh.itjust.works
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    4 months ago

    I have similar thoughts when I eat meat.

    Its very hard to trave the supply chains. I drives me to eat, and grow for myself, a vegetarian diet.

  • zen@lemmy.zip
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    4 months ago

    Is this your mum?

    From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.

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      4 months ago

      I been procrastinating this translation for a while but now warhammer and poetry are in the same context, I simply have to.

      (In case you wanna listen to it)

      I want to be mechanized.

      vroom, vroom, vroom!
      clank clank clank!

      I want to be mechanized.
      This [feeling] comes from my brain, from my flesh, from my bones.
      I go mad to get my hands on every dynamo.
      My saliva-covered tongue is licking copper wires.
      The auto-draisine in my veins is chasing down locomotives.

      vroom,
      vroom!

      clank clank clank!

      I want to be mechanized.
      Certainly I will find a solution to this.
      And then I will be content only
      the day I mount a turbine in my abdomen, and
      append a double-propulsor on my tailplane!

      vroom vroom
      clank clank clank!

      I want to be mechanized!

      - Nazim Hikmet, 1923. Makinalaşmak İstiyorum.

  • Dimi Fisher@lemmy.world
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    4 months ago

    Well there was claims that Mcdonalds were processing human cadavers making them into burgers, so it’s not a overfetched theory!