When you sit in a pool of your shit and piss,

smeared in ash and blood of your own kin,

chalked in the fossilised bones of countless animals,

eating the fruit fertilised by your ancestors, lovers and enemies;

if you can mutter the words: “life is awesome”,

then you can call yourself a Dionysian.

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