Fuck you meat industry, fuck you all to hell. |
I hate the meat industry so fucking much.Chicago City Council Repeals Foie Gras BanPolitical subterfuge reverses popular humane law approved in 2006In 2006, Chicago made animal protection history by b...
Posted by Verbena on Fri, 23 May 2008 08:04:00 PST |
yeah, and vegans are the crazy ones |
Here are two articles. See for yourself.http://www.vvv.com/healthnews/milk.htmlMilk and the Cancer Connectionby Hans R. Larsen, MSc ChEOn January 23, 1998 researchers at the Harvard Medical School re...
Posted by Verbena on Fri, 09 May 2008 06:11:00 PST |
more and more all the time |
but I won't move any nearer either.If I believed in souls I'd say you had a beauty.sometimes I think you want to kiss, and sometimes I think you can't stand to be around meand they're probably both tr...
Posted by Verbena on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 05:47:00 PST |
something feline |
"I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me."
- Rudyard Kipling, The Cat Who Walked by Himself
"I am the cat who walks alone.&n...
Posted by Verbena on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 02:40:00 PST |
girl heart |
Girl Heart
A brotherhood of sisters
relations remain the same
a momentary closeness
hope floats away
if someone so much better can't maintain&
what hope have I?
if it helps I love you&if it helps.
...
Posted by Verbena on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 02:57:00 PST |
Unrelated |
As close to romance as I'll ever get,
like a cat walking across a piano
sweet, and discordant.
A bundle of neuroses, looking for a hand out;
I fell asleep in your bed one night
and didn't leave for...
Posted by Verbena on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 02:45:00 PST |
ok |
Not Much of a Metaphor
Canaries in mineshafts everywhere drop to the floor.
Tufts of yellow feathers scatter across the dirt,
tossed around in putrid breezes of cyanide and carbon monoxide.
So we bu...
Posted by Verbena on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 11:50:00 PST |
new stuff |
Decorated in Contraband
Domestic bliss as rat's nest
a sty of incomparable comfort and squalor
where love and loyalty go to die.
Listening to you verbatim,
hearing you in stereo,
a cellist plays i...
Posted by Verbena on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 02:45:00 PST |
so longeth my soul after thee |
I keep searching the hollows of my neck
raking the paper-thin skin with my eyes
looking, hoping for a mark he may have left.
a trophy, a proof that I had,
for one night at least,
consummated a s...
Posted by Verbena on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 11:16:00 PST |
nothing to see here |
I Get Ideas
Scribbled notes strung together -
The loyalties are clear and painful,
Drawn sharply against the sky
with the blackened end of a fire-hardened stick.
Hair smelling like old cotton ...
Posted by Verbena on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 10:29:00 PST |
