That
raw, tender state of being where life has sliced, diced, and sautéed you on its stress-filled skillet. You’re cracked open, stretched thin, and barely holding together—like a broken vase patched up with
duct tape and sheer stubbornness. A Human de Filet is fragile yet somehow functional, balancing on the edge of disaster with the
grace of someone who refuses to crumble.
Ideal for those moments when you’re a walking disaster and an oddly captivating work of art at the same time.
Here I am, looking in the mirror – cracked, torn, sweating piece of meat, but still holding that human de filet condition.
I’m losing hair every day, biting my nails, scratching
random body parts, but I’m still that
perfect, fancy-
ass human de filet!
- Hey, Jake! How are you?
- Human de filet