It's not very often that life affords us the oppurtunity for genuine introspection. The mirror of our triumphs, faults, dreams and expectations is seldom allowed its place within our psyche, nevermind our reality. On some occasions this very notion is not only met, it is satisfied. These unique moments of personal fulfilment are most definetly worthy of catalogue, and furthermore of celebration. This notion can be most certainly embodied in the theme of a barbecue I was recently so fortunate as to attend. The guest of honour was 100 lbs of the highest quality beef you can buy in our home and native land. For your viewing pleasure I present, a hip of wagyu.
Any dissention related to purported mesures of "meat porn" shall not be met with disregard. This is beef in its essence. Never have I felt more in tune with my ancestral instincts then when I watched 20 human beings literally flock to the cook site of this bohemith meat monster mearly to gaze upon its (beauty?).
Tell me you don't at least discover fascination in this edible Rorschach and I'll prescribe you a souless fate. Love it or hate it, meat is fucking rad
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