(Toward an erotics of the anthropophage, an exotics of the familiar.)
Broken meat: table scraps, the only fit portion for slaves. That for which they grovel and tongue-loll.
Failed meat: contorts the body, draws into crippling spasms until one lies still in double failure (spousal and corporeal).
Twitchy meat: that which is to be mortified; that which is to be the host in a new pharmacological communion.
Wretched meat: rotten and generally moribund; no longer an adequate buttress for the frame; wreckage of an endeavor poisoned; ALSO the inevitable result of the amputation of emotions.
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