Why Is Taste, The Crudest Of Our

Memory Was Supposed To Fill The Time, But It Made Time A Hole To Be Filled.

She Felt As If She Were Brimming, Always Producing And Hoarding More Love Inside Her. But There Was No Release.

How Would You Judge An Artist Who Mutilated Animals In A Gallery Because It Was Visually Arresting? How Riveting Would The Sound Of A Tortured Animal Need To Be To Make You Want To Hear It That Badly? Try To Imagine Any End Other Than Taste For Which It Would Be Justifiable To Do What We Do To Farmed Animals.

You Only Get To Keep What You Refuse To Let Go Of.

One Day You Will Do Things For Me That You Hate. That Is What It Means To Be Family.