[Fast food & Nietzsche in part iv of some serialized fiction. Forgot all about it? Refresh with parts i & ii & iii]

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I’m sipping a milkshake, self-consciously, it turns out, after Sarge finished berating me about ingesting anything plant life. You know who subsists on plants? He asks-tells me. Prey. Prey, that’s who. He’s now into his third burger. Just burger. Continue reading →