On Tue, 17 Jul 2007 14:02:28 GMT, "cannibal@large"
<cannibal@large.alas> wrote:
>BLDL@NBGalleries.net wrote:
>
>>Naughty-Boy Galleries, Ltd. is dedicated to celebrating the beauty of
>>youth ... all youth. Irrespective of the particular hue of a boy's
>>skin, they are all boys and equally deserving of respect and
>>admiration. The operative word in "beauty." There are some
>>dissatisfied and disappointed souls who may pass through the Gallery
>>and leave a dollop of bile and spew on our step. George Orwell
>>appears to be one of those, although after revealing his racist
>>agenda, did advise <unk> correctly about his headers.
>>
>>Nevertheless, should such personalities begin to loiter outside the
>>water closet door, the Management suggests you kill filter them.
>>
>>Unless, of course, you enjoy thesight and smell of feces and vomit.
>>
>>Mr. Orwell has been kill filtered at this end, so we may not have to
>>put up with his obnoxious, incendiary and racist comments.
>>
>>In the meantime, NBG will be continuing its posts undaunted of
>>beautiful boys of a darker shade.
>>
>>Respectfully submitted.
>>
>>The Management.
>
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>
>Sure Mr. Orwell is a strange racist oddball, but well there may be
>some dark spots in his biography which made him to what he is now.
>As a true gourmet I for one appreciate a balanced diet and some
>variety in my food - however: it has to be really young and yummy
>in every case.
>Of course tastes are different in this respect, too - some people
>may prefer some well hung meat but that's not exactly my cup of tea.
>
>Apart from Mr. Orwell's obviously disrespectful comment about
>a young conspecific, thereby revealing his deep-rooted disdain
>rather than his culinary affection towards this little boy,
>I can only support his statement insofar as celebrating a diligent
>and careful preparation of the food is indeed adding to the subsequent
>pleasure of a tasty meal.
>
>You undoubtably know that respectful and consensual physical
>incorporation of the young truelove (and NOT sexual cohabitation)
>is the ultimate expression of devotion and admiration, and the epitome
>of carnal and mental mergence with your beloved one, who's caringly
>borne in your stomach (albeit piecewise) - just like the foetus
>in the motherly womb - yet finally to be digested in a highly
>spiritual act of all-consuming passion and absorption.
>
>It is not without reason that you say someone looks 'good enough to
>eat', that for example the genesis of the yanomami tells about
>rape, murder and cannibalism and resulting creation of the first
>yanomami from the surviving ghosts, that they still know
>one and the same word for 'eat' and 'copulate', and that
>cannibalism generally is an integral part of many other religious
>and tribal rites - in a direct or substitutional way - see the
>christian eucharist:
>"For My flesh is food indeed, and My blood is drink indeed.
>He who eats My flesh and drinks My blood abides in Me, and I in Him."
>(John 6:55-56).
>
>While I appreciate the incarnations of youthful blossom
>in their entirety and do not discard certain body parts, -
>savouring the pieces that represent the essence and personality
>of your adored one, such as the heart and a yummy brain, is
>the very pink of perfection in uniting not only with the beauty
>of their carnal wrapping but with their youthful spirit as well.
>
>
>Regards Canny.
>
Thank you, Hannibal Lecter.
I'll keep my boys alive and whole,
as do the Yanomami.
An interesting aside not altogether off topic, the Yanomami do
practice ritualized cannibalism during funerals. After a deceased
relative is cremated, his/her ashes are meticulously gathered, then
mixed in a thin gruel, which is passed from one surviving family
member to another, essentially making the deceased one again with
them.
Reminds me of the old joke about the frog who was snapped up by a
stork. As the stork soared high into the sky, the frog, who was
devoured but still alive and whole, crawled back through the bird's
gut until reaching the anus. He then popped his head out, only to see
the ground passing hundreds of meters below him. He then yelled out
to the stork, "How high up are we, anyway?"
"About two hundred meters or, so," the stork answered.
The frog replied, "REALLY? ... You wouldn't SHIT me, would you?"
Ahem ... well, that frivolity aside, the Yanomamo devour neither their
own nor their enemy ... and draw the line on cannibalism with the
consumption of ashes.
A rather UNcanny way of handling the issue, certainly!
God Save Her Majesty the Queen.
God Preserve the Prince of Wales.
Rule Britannia!
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