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By Jackson Biko
Contributor
Nation Media Group
Sometimes I fantasise about blood; ovine blood, sheep blood or goat blood…doesn’t matter to me, blood is red and smells of metal.
And knives. I love knives. Knives so sharp they can slice through the very idea of vegetarianism.
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