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Coconuts, mmmm. They stink, oh they do!

They reek, they smell: distinctive unforgettable strong.

Once you’ve had a taste of coconut you don’t need a label on a jar to tell you what’s inside;

just open it and breathe in that odor that shouts out declares asserts itself,

I AM COCONUT!!! I AM COCONUT!! COCOOOOONNNUTTTTTTTT!!

 

Do you know coconut?

 

Now what’s this bottle over here? Open it up.

Hmm, it’s odorless, has no fragrance, no perfume, denuded.

Take a taste of the stuff, eh! bland; but wait the label says coconut oil?

Coconut oil? Really? Ah, it’s been refined . . . .

rendered processed deodorized tasteless; stinks all gone, nutrition gone too, everything that makes it coconut, defines coconut: Gone, Long GONE!

Is it even coconut oil anymore? This pretender. It masquerades, pretends, preens, and glories in its refinement,

it has a long way to go to find the coconut in itself.

It’s forgotten how to shout, an illusion of what it once was, artificial in its beautifully packaged bottle: Refined.

 

You keep your adulteration, I say, I AM COCONUT!!!

And I stink. I am strong, a tough nut to crack. Pure coconut.

Greasy. Raw. Inside me is an ocean of amniotic fluid, Life giving, Warm, Vital, Nourishing.

I AM COCONUT AND I SHINE!!

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