Mom is stoned.

Don’t you go aristotling on me

Cold?

Mom needs to learn to cook

And if she can't tell the difference between cow, bison, deer, chicken, gator, and then think human flesh wouldn't stand out as completely unfamiliar... Well I'm not sure what to say.

Food is fucking weird

"cold raw flesh"

Mom needs to learn to cook

Or maybe you just need to learn to read? This is clearly before cooking

Deep Thoughts by Werner Herzog.

"What kind of mushrooms did you put in the mushroom sauce?"

I mean, has she tried her leg?

Sounds like mom just took a hit of some gooooood shit.

Apparently the term "long pig" for human flesh originated because we taste like pork. I wonder if butchered cuts of human look like pork too.

that lady is dissociating. get her some therapy.

Mom needs to learn to start the cook (I'm hungry)

I know Mythbusters used pig carcasses a ton because it was so similar to humans so I assume so.

I read a short story once where in the future they could synthesize foods (like Star Trek), and part of the challenge was to find the best flavors. At some point there is a combination formula going around that everyone agrees is the best tasting food ever. The end of the story is the person narrating who had figured out what the formula is simulating, and it's people.

Also, Soylent Green is mentioned in the movie to be a very popular and preferred flavor, more than the past Soylent products.

That’s because it is poetry.
Mom might need a psych eval, but it’s still poetry (and I love it).

Fuck that, get her elected

Pre-vegan thoughts.

Is your mom channeling Phillip K Dick?

OP's mom definitely has a lot of dick in her, if that's what you're asking.

OPs mom definitely got high as hell before eating her steak.

It sounds like she's off her meds.

An overdue existential crisis, or moment of clarity, caused by a lifetime of routine alienation between the consumer, the product, the store, the factory pen and butchery.

Mom should read Marx, and The Jungle.

Maybe pick up hunting, if she wants to see what it takes from her own pov.

Sounds like mom got a little crispy herself before dinner.

Because you are unaware of 'prose?'

//  I cooked a steak tonight 
//           and was feeling    alien
// 
//  How weird this gross piece
//           of cold raw flesh
//             on a cold plate is
//
//  and I was thinking 
//                I am just an animal 
//  with the luxury of packaged flesh
//              and is it human flesh? 
//  Like 
//                    I wouldn't know

//  We just believe it's a cow  but
//
//                         we don't
//
//               have fucking proof
//
//                      of anything
//
//  
//  The knife went through the same
// 
//          as if it was my own leg
// 
//  -Mom

+1 to the existential exploration.

A little more lot and she'll eventually stumble in to "Where did this existence come from? Why is there matter to have a universe, why is there any existence at all? If God exists, how was he created?"

Maybe watch Dominion

Mom trippin balls.

This is exactly why I voted for Trump to dismantle the EPA and FDA.

If we can’t know anyway there’s no sense in wasting money on trying.

/s

The various spacings make this read to me like a William Shatner impression

Or pre-hunter.

I place the rotisserie chicken onto the cutting board and grab one wing firmly, then with a practiced hand, twist and dislocate the wing from its shoulder. I pause for a moment to look at the joints in my own fingers, then continue to dismember the rest of the chicken with my bare hands.

I'm pretty weirded out by everyone in this thread saying Mom is high as fuck or having a mental break because this feels like a pretty normal series of thoughts to me, and not like something that would be distressing or brought on by distress.

For busy moms who don't have time for a full documentary, try 3minutes.wtf.

lol right? Mom smoked a bit too much green before starting dinner

You're just casually slogging through dissociative existentialism on a regular basis?

Mom is beginning to see through her cultural conditioning to things that the owner class meant to be invisible. Mom is made of meat and the flesh on her table was once an individual like her, maybe even a mom like her, and Mom let herself become complicit in a system that makes one victim the victim of another victim all for the enrichment of the cruel and hateful creatures with economic power.

Trying desperately to recall AP English classes to remember which poet was particularly renowned for doing unusual spacing and alignment in poems like this. Hemmingway?

You guys are getting through?

Also, what's wrong with being high as fuck?

Some Ezra guy?

It was for me too. That’s why I opt for the tofu now.

ee cummings?

Where funny

THAT'S THE GUY

Thank you!

Interesting, I didn't know there was actually a guy kind of famous for that. These days, it always feels like a bit of a meme, like,

 oh

      i wrote my text in a way that
   made you read it different
        now its

pohetry

^kbyethx^

Fucking hell, man. I'm already depressed enough as it is.

I feel for mom. I want to be vegan but I hate legumes. So instead of becoming protein deficient because I refuse to eat beans, I'll just wait for lab-grown meat to finally get USDA (FDA?) approval.

Some people just have a very narrow existence, I bet your spider poem was great.