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Mar. 10th, 2005 07:54 amI don't listen, I wait to talk. I know better, but I spend so much time alone that when I start to talk to someone I kinda pop.
My icon still rules.
Glad I was too busy to buy stock yesterday. Investing is scary, but so is watching my dollars lose value by sitting still.
A straight black guy asked me if I was a college graduate yet - based on how old I looked.
Yesterday I was in a slaghterhouse. Slaughterhouses are filled with chlorine-charged water, the stuff is used everywhere to sterilize and wash away body parts. The guy I was meeting with apologized for coughing, and said it was from the chlorine, complaining about the smell. I said "Yeah, it smells like a swimming pool - only withe more dead bodies." I was told that under the regulations chickens with 3 legs or other extra body parts are acceptable in the food supply. They are having genetic mutations based on all the chickens being of the same genetic makeup. When I left I passed some chicken cages - a few heads, feet, and wings of dead animals were sticking up through the tops of the cages. I found out that there is no regulation about humane slaughter standards for anything but beef. The plants I have been to all have humane slaughter for chickens. The process I have seen the most is hanging them on shackles upside down, then the conveyer belt takes them into a blue-lit dark room (supposedly relaxing them). They then have their heads dunked in electrified water, knocking them unconscious. The belt then takes them through a pair of spinning blades which slit their throats, and a guy with a knife finishes any off that didn't get a deep enough cut. The unconscious chicken bleeds to death, then its body is taken through a scalding hot-water bath (helps remove feathers and sterilize. Feet are cut, then the bird is put through a cold-water bath before being sliced and diced.
Give me a reason to love you. Nobody loves me, like you do. I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear. Black as night, black as coal, I want to see the sun blotted out of the sky. She talks in her sleep to the ultraviolet kind. Then vicious snakes invade her world, with cigarettes and purple pills.
My icon still rules.
Glad I was too busy to buy stock yesterday. Investing is scary, but so is watching my dollars lose value by sitting still.
A straight black guy asked me if I was a college graduate yet - based on how old I looked.
Yesterday I was in a slaghterhouse. Slaughterhouses are filled with chlorine-charged water, the stuff is used everywhere to sterilize and wash away body parts. The guy I was meeting with apologized for coughing, and said it was from the chlorine, complaining about the smell. I said "Yeah, it smells like a swimming pool - only withe more dead bodies." I was told that under the regulations chickens with 3 legs or other extra body parts are acceptable in the food supply. They are having genetic mutations based on all the chickens being of the same genetic makeup. When I left I passed some chicken cages - a few heads, feet, and wings of dead animals were sticking up through the tops of the cages. I found out that there is no regulation about humane slaughter standards for anything but beef. The plants I have been to all have humane slaughter for chickens. The process I have seen the most is hanging them on shackles upside down, then the conveyer belt takes them into a blue-lit dark room (supposedly relaxing them). They then have their heads dunked in electrified water, knocking them unconscious. The belt then takes them through a pair of spinning blades which slit their throats, and a guy with a knife finishes any off that didn't get a deep enough cut. The unconscious chicken bleeds to death, then its body is taken through a scalding hot-water bath (helps remove feathers and sterilize. Feet are cut, then the bird is put through a cold-water bath before being sliced and diced.
Give me a reason to love you. Nobody loves me, like you do. I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear. Black as night, black as coal, I want to see the sun blotted out of the sky. She talks in her sleep to the ultraviolet kind. Then vicious snakes invade her world, with cigarettes and purple pills.
