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Animals, Apparently, and Bad: THE DAIRY INDUSTRY WANTS TO MAKE IT ILLEGAL FOR PLANT BASED MILK LABELS TO USE THE WORD MILK. COW'S MILK CASHEW MILK ALMOND MILK THEY SAY THEY WANT TRUTH IN ADVERTISING. OKAY, LETS DO THAT PLANTBASEDNEWS.ORG ORIGINAL SOURCE: MILK HURTS PBN thebluehue22: dairyisntscary: champawattigress: agro-carnist: sebbysheepie: I fully agree with giving nut milks a new name. Because they can be confused with dairy milk and for those of us with nut allergies it could be deadly over those that just have lactose intolerance and have a bad stomachache. However making a label showing you killing a cow don’t make sense as dairy wouldn’t be giving milk if they where shot.. mind you if your trying to say that dairy is evil then you should also point out the issues with the nut milks as well. A large poison symbol perhaps for those of us that it would kill. Or the “may cause cancer” on the fortified ones. Apparently when you shoot a calf in the head, milk comes out instead of blood and brain matter. Who knew? So, should we also change the cashew milk bottles pic so that it better represents the atrocious conditions of the workers who have to shell each nut by hand? Maybe a cigarette box style image of their mangled blistered palms? Or just some text to let people know that these people (mostly women) are often paid as little as two pounds a day for their labour? Or are y’all just totally transparent about how little of a shit you give about people nowadays? MoSt cAsHewS sRe fEd tO liVesToCk dOnTcHa kNow vegans only care about animals, not the horrible conditions HUMAN WORKERS ARE PUT THROUGH. A lot of them are also really shit at caring about animals if we’re being honest.
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America, Parents, and Respect: CITY NEW YORK'S PICTURE NEWSPAPER EX-GI BECOMES BLONDE BEAUTY Operations Transform Bronx Youth A World of a Difference Geare W wrved in the ArmY A] fr twe yeags and as dves loralle discharge in İNL New Gerga ls mere. atal leday ate s a photegnaher in Denrk Parents were in a eter Christine (thats dreamsofamadman: somethingaboutdelia: cryingalonewithfrankenstein: This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery. Since the text is a bit small and I couldn’t find a larger copy, here’s what the small blurb says: A World of a Difference George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensen’s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (that’s her new name) sent to them recently. This article is 58 years old, and it’s more respectful of Christine’s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans person’s choice of name and pronouns like that :3 Say it again for the haters in the back who want to keep pretending that trans people, or even treating trans people with respect is even remotely anything new. 😎 It’s worth mentioning, that this was kinda celebrated as a wonder of the atomic age at the time. “Look at the power of our scientists! Look at what we can do!”You know, back when America was trying to be the leader in scientific advancement.

dreamsofamadman: somethingaboutdelia: cryingalonewithfrankenstein: This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 19...

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America, Parents, and Respect: CITY NEW YORK'S PICTURE NEWSPAPER EX-GI BECOMES BLONDE BEAUTY Operations Transform Bronx Youth A World of a Difference Geare W wrved in the ArmY A] fr twe yeags and as dves loralle discharge in İNL New Gerga ls mere. atal leday ate s a photegnaher in Denrk Parents were in a eter Christine (thats dreamsofamadman: somethingaboutdelia: cryingalonewithfrankenstein: This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 1955 about Christine Jorgensen, one of the first women to have sex-reassignment surgery. Since the text is a bit small and I couldn’t find a larger copy, here’s what the small blurb says: A World of a Difference George W. Jorgensen, Jr., son of a Bronx carpenter, served in the Army for two years and was given honorable discharge in 1946. Now George is no more. After six operations, Jorgensen’s sex has been changed and today she is a striking woman, working as a photographer in Denmark. Parents were informed of the big change in a letter Christine (that’s her new name) sent to them recently. This article is 58 years old, and it’s more respectful of Christine’s pronoun choices and name than some publications are today. It makes me happy to see a newspaper be respectful of a trans person’s choice of name and pronouns like that :3 Say it again for the haters in the back who want to keep pretending that trans people, or even treating trans people with respect is even remotely anything new. 😎 It’s worth mentioning, that this was kinda celebrated as a wonder of the atomic age at the time. “Look at the power of our scientists! Look at what we can do!”You know, back when America was trying to be the leader in scientific advancement.

dreamsofamadman: somethingaboutdelia: cryingalonewithfrankenstein: This photo always cheers me up a bit. It’s a front-page article from 19...

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Alive, Being Alone, and Bones: imiplicit Demand For Proof Fall Away The Pantaloon Addict With A Pen 1) I know you're not a liar I don't want to fall, fall away. I don't want to fal, fall away I will keep the lights on in this place Cause I dont want to fall, fall away Hello, We haven't talked in quite some time I know, I haven't been the best, of sons. Hello, Ive been traveling in the desert of my mind, And I haven't found a drop of life. I haven't found a drop of you I haven't found & drop. t haven't found a drop of water Water Your grandpa died, when you were nine, And I know you oould set fire this day Go ahead and make me look away. say he had lost his mind. Yonu learned, way too soon, Strike me down, I am calling your lightning You should never trust the Pantaloon. Down from your Go abead and show me your Now, It's your turn, to to be alone, Plnd a wife and build yourself& home You have learned, way too soon, That your dad is now the Pantaloon. ahorus) I disguise and I will lie, And I will take my precious time, Rain down, and destroy me. (verse 2) I am simply very perplexed by your ways. As the days melt as I stand in line I try desperately to run through the sand as I Hold the water in the palm of my hand Cause its all that I have and its all that I need and the, The waves of the water mean nothing to me But I try my best in all that I can to, Hold tightly on to what's left in my hand But no matter how, how tightly I will strain The sand will slow me down and the water will drain. I'm just betng dramatic, in fact And I die as I wait as I walt on my orime, And Ill try to delay what you make of my life, But I don't want your way, I want mine, You are tired, you are hurt. A moth ate through your favorite shirt. Why wouid you let us use your name? and I'm trying but betieve me I'm fine, t I'm lying, I'm so very far from fine And all your friends fertilize, The ground you walk (chorus) Loope your mind L, I can feel the pull begin, Peel my conscience wearing thin And my skin, will start. He's peen too many stare doWns Between the aun and the moon in the morning atr, how He used to huntle all the people walking through the fairgrounds, He's been around so long, he's changed his meaning of a chair now Beoause a chair now Is like a uny island in the ses of all the people, Who glide acroes the very aurface thbat made his bones feeble. The end oan't come soon enough but is it too soon? Either way he oan't deny, he is the Pantaloon. at it aguin, To up and fall apart. Wha's addicted to the As it blows me back and (ahorus) Bind leas, spineless, and pretend Of course I'll be here again. 8ee you tomorrow but its tbe end, Of today, end of my ways, As a walking denial, my trial waa filed, As a crazy suicidal head oase Every time I feel selfish ambition is taking my vision, My crime la my sentenoe, repentance is taking commiasion, It's taking a toll on my soul, I'm screaming submiosion, And, I don't know if I am dying or living Cause I will save face for name's sake, abuse grace, Take aim to obtain a new name and a new plaoe, But my name is larme, I cant walk and I ain't the same, And my name beoarme & new destiny to the grave But you specialize in You hear me screaming And I'm lying here just crying, So wash me with your water (verne 3) You like to aleep alone, it's oolder than you know Cause your akin is so, used to colder bones It'a warmer in the morning, than whas it is at night Your bones are held together by your nightmares and your (chorus) (x2) (chorua) Friend, Please March To The Sea (verse 1) I feel for you but when did you believe you were alone. There's miles of land in front of us And we're dying with every step we talke, breath we make, And I'I fall in line. You say that spiders cziwled inesde and made themselves a home. Wer dyingwith evearyrs A stranger's back is all i see, And I'll look left and right sometimes, But I'll fall in line. And no one looks up anymore, Where light once was He's only a few feet in front of Potrifted of who you are and who you have become. You will hide from everyone, denying you need someone, To exterminate your bones (chorus) Priend, please remove your hands from Over your eyes for me I know you want to leave but Priend, please don't take your life away from me. Cause you might got, a raindrop in your eye, And heaven forbid they see you ory, As we fall in line. And about this time of every year, The line will go to the ocean pier And walk right off into the sea, And then we fall asleep. (verse 2) Laving like a ghost you walle by everyone you know You say that you're fine but you have lost your sway and glow 8o I stopped by to let you know And as we near the end of land And our ooean graves are just the Band I ask mysolf the question why, I fall in line And then out of the corner of my eye I aee a spaceship in the slky, (chorus) And hear a voice inside my head, "Pollow me instead" (bridge) And then the wages of war will start, Inside my head with my counterpart, And the emotionless marchers will ohant the phrase, Would you let me know your plans tonight Cause I just won't let go tal we both pee the light. And I have nothing else left to Bay But I will listen to you all day, yes I will. This line's the only wa And then I start down the sand, My eyes are focused on the end of land, But again the voice inside my head, Says "follow me instead" (ahorus) Take me up, Beal the door Idon't want to march here anymore I realize that this line is dead So I'll follow you instead. 8o then you put me back in my place So I might start another And once again I will be, In a march to the sea. 0 He stays home from work this time. He never really I don' fall slow like I used to, I fall straight down, But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears You're But now he's just watching the back ofhis eyes. And I just don't say what you want to hear But they lie when they blame it on the times. And I don't believe in talking just to breathe, Open the slits in your face and start your day You don't have much time to make your slits look alright I want to fall inside your ghoet, And flll up every hole inside my Sometime we will die and sonetimes we will ly away Either way you're by my side until my dying days, I want to crack the door so I can just fall out. You reached in the back and buckled up your heart And if I'm not there and I'm far away I said, Look in the mirror and ask your soul if you're alright. Don't be afraid, I eaid don't be afraid, We're going home It was a little dark so he held a makeshit toroh I want to strip myself of breath, A breathless plece of death I've He crept in her room and stayed there for the night We pick songs to sing, remind us of things that no body oares And honestly we're probably more suiaidal than ever now If you decide to live by, what you think's wrong and what's right, Your weeping will oreep in head and you'll cry We can tate a part our very heart and the light will set you free, So the hearse ran out of gas, the passenger person grabbed a map And the driver inside devised a new route to save the past, And checked his watoh and grabbed a cab, A beautifully planned taxi cab, the cab, Had a cleared out back and two men started to unpack. Driving once again and now this time there were three men, And then I heard one of them say, "I know the night will turn to grey, I know the stars will start to fade when all the darkness fades away, We had to steal him from his fate so he could see another day". And then I aracked open my box, someone must have picked the lock, A little light revealed the spot, where my inger nails had fought, Then I pushed to open more, pushing up againat the door, Then I sat up off the floor and found the breath I was searching for. There they were, three men up front All I saw were backs of heads, And then I asked If I'm alive and well, or am I dreaming dead. Then one turned around to say And time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading we repeat the same routine as we will please Please think about why you can't sleep in the evening But for now you told me to hold this jar And when I looked inside I saw it held your heart, And please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking Your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides And it's time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is popcandy: from Reddit: a lyric book for self-titled originally sold at concerts back in 2010
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