Tuesday, March 29, 2011

It's all about being impartial.
Happy 23rd birthday my dear.
I think about you every day, hope you're resting well xo

Monday, March 28, 2011

Tonight, I think too much. Tomorrow, hopefully my mind will be silenced.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Amidst all my studying I came across this

Most people believe, in a vague way, that slaughterhouses are unpleasant, but that animals raised for food are otherwise treated humanely. In fact, farm animals live in abhorrent conditions before being taken off to slaughter. Veal calves, for example, spend twenty-four hours per day in pens so small that they cannot turn around, lie down comfortably, or even twist their heads around to get rid of parasites. The producers put their heads in tiny pens to save money and to keep their meat tender. The cows clearly miss their mothers, and like human infants, they want something to suck, so they try in vain to suck the sides of their wooden stalls. The calves are also fed a diet deficient in iron and roughage, in order to keep their meat pale and tasty. Their craving for iron becomes so strong that they will lick at their own urine, if they're allowed to turn around-which normally they would never do. Without roughage, the calves cannot form a cud to chew. For this reason, they cannot be given straw bedding, since they would eat it, in an attempt to consume roughage. So, for these animals, the slaughterhouse is not an unpleasant end to an otherwise contented existence.
Nonchalantly looking back
At the nervous shaking
And the burning glances
Or the tinted reflections
Drawn by waves of hopeful dances
All defined up in that one moment
Where you could have told yourself
To finally float away
People make the mistake of thinking that if something hasn't gotten better or changed immediately then it hasn't at all.
These things take time, they're gradual not instantaneous and sometimes you have to turn around and look at the little differences in order to see the big difference standing right in front of your eyes.

Goodbye