If Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Do Carrots Scream?

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Best just to starve yerself there, what with all the moral issues.

Look what you did to me!!!



You bastid!

Where do you find all these great bunny pics anyway?

The carrot was pulled from the ground, screaming. His comfortable life in the soil was over. The pain was intense. And then he saw his destination and knew the carefree days of the gentle carresses of angleworms had come to an end. He prepared for the darkness...

Family albums.

I am shocked and dismayed that nobody is taking this poem seriously. Vegetable abuse is a huge problem in the world today. At least when you kill an animal to eat it, you can first make peace with it. The animal understands it's sacrifice.

With vegetables, people just assume they have no soul, and pluck them from the ground willy-nilly, like some barbaric ritual from days gone by. I pity the unheard children of the earth, our vegetables.

I care!!!!! I feel bad!!!!!




Love the carrot!!!!

That's a fine carrot, in agony. In a moment of weakness, I once cooked with red carrots, but then I learned the error of my ways.

Little brother:

Carrots grow from carrot seeds,
I planted one to grow it.
I'll water it, I'll pull the weeds,

Carrots grow from carrot seeds.

Big brother:

Nah..nah won't come up; it won't come up; it won't come up,
The carrot won't come up.

Carrots have nothing to fear from me. Only watermelon and gourds can be grown in Florida sand, and I can't even get them to come up.

As I am in the USA for a couple of weeks, I think I will order some veal in honor of this most serious offering from Cav. Delivery. Super sized. All you can eat. No veggies, please.

This thread reminds me of a band I used to see in Rochester. They were called the Crumbs of Insanity, and they had this song called the vegetable dance. Part of it was about how, after all the people were gone, all the carrots would come out of the ground at night and do the vegetable dance.

During the middle of the song they'd do a long jam part, and the singer would come out into the crowd and all the people would put their hands up over their heads mimicking carrots and dance around him like a shaman ritual kind of thing.

It was so much fun!

That sounds like fine beet poetry in motion kicky. I actually would have liked to see that.

It was a blast. Plus, the bar where they always played was my all-time favorite live music hang-out. The Horizontal Boogie Bar. I could go there almost any night of the week and not be disappointed.

You live the Miller life don't you, kicky?

Yes, I guess you could say I'm a high life man.