People are still disturbingly vague about the treatment of animals. People still seem to believe that meat is a particular substance not at all connected to animals playing in the field over there. People don't realise how gruesomely and fighteningly the animal gets to the plate.
I don't dream about anyone - except myself
Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me.
I always seem to be singing against the grain.
It was probably nothing, but it felt like the world.
Life is very long, when you're lonely.