I catch a scent in the wind that comes from the east My paws plodding on, with hunger […]
———————— 8 hour shift of carnage It ain’t murder, it’s the ‘harvest’ Swine skull crack- right on […]
Might isn’t right
Once upon a time in a local, backyard, organic, factory, industrial farm there were billions of commodified beings suffering. The commodified beings were enduring the same beginning of the same story, from hellish day to hellish night. Then all of the same characters of the same story all died horrifically ever after.
Serial killing season