Girls Bravo

hatethefuture:

She paused there a moment and gazed out over the family estate’s verdant acreage, where placidly grazed her prize herd of free-range humans, and felt a stab of jealousy. Oh, to be engineered in a lab for girth and docility, for the ability to digest crabgrass and multiply at a stupendous rate, never the while suspecting that you were to be saved from slow mortal decay by the glittering instruments of the slaughterhouse: it was a marvelous privilege, when one stopped to think about it. The air was crisp; it was autumn now; soon they would select a lucky man or woman for the Thanksgiving feast and have them fitted for bacon pants—somewhat loose around the waist, for they would shrink in the oven. 

(via d-d-d)

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