I speak outside what is recognized as the border between "reason" and "insanity" but i consider it a measure of my humanity to be written off by the living graves of a billi
Rdered lives and i'm not ashamed of my recurring dreams about Me And A Gun and a different species (hint: starts with "h" and rhymes with "neuman's") of carnage strewn about
Stockyards, the factories and farms still i know as well as anyone that it does less good than harm to be this honest with a conscience eased by lies but you cannot deny that meat is still mur
Dairy is still rape and i'm still as stupid as anyone, but i know my mistakes i have recognized one form of oppression, now i recognize the rest and life's too short to make another's shorter
Imal liberation now!)