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THE MUSHROOM



name : tan juan
age : 18
hometown : malaysia


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CODES. manikka
BRUSHES. 1 2
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♥ Sunday, January 20, 2008 ♥
Pig In Distress

20 January 2008

Pig slaughter.

*gulps*

Okay, not exactly slaughter slaughter, but dumping a pig into a huge tank of cold water, plus all the pigs' noisy and hair-raising squeals is enough to make one understand that a pig is being slaughtered.

Only that it's done in a different way.

I never thought that I'd ever have to see the evil and cruel deed of pigs being killed in my whole life. I was at my sixth aunt's house, and somewhere near there was a Pig Farm. They know my sister and I love pigs because we have so many pig soft toys at home, and we watched the movie Babe and found it very cute. So we visited the farm, and we thought that we were only going to see pigs (smelly, arrgh), get fleas all over us and smear ourselves with pig poop. Who knew the kind (not so kind, if that's what he did) farmer invited us to see the new way of killing pigs, by dumping and pressing them down firmly below the water, drowning them in a huge water tank. The farmer said this was an easier way to kill pigs without making them suffer QUITE as much as taking a knife and just chopping off their heads or however they actually kill pigs. And there's no blood, which makes it easier to clean up and all those.

*shudders*

It's so horrible and just ... horrible you'd puke when you see it. Imagine if it was you yourself being dunked under the water and died. It's even worse than getting a knife and chopping off my head. Being drowned, you need to suffer for a longer period, and before you actually died, you'll keep thinking that "I'm going to die, God, save me, I'm going to die.". If you're being killed with a knife its a bit easier, before you even have the chance to know that you're going to be killed, your head is already rolling on the floor, with blood splattered everywhere.

I'm not going to be able to sleep, ever again in my whole life. I can even hear the squeals in my head, and it's very unpleasant. I never thought that ... Errgh. I'll never mistreat my pig soft toys again in my whole life.

I did take some photos. I know it's really bad of me for taking photos of such a cruel and evil thing. But I thought more people should know about the pigs, what poor things they are, and how mistreated the are by humans.

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It's scary, I'm warning you.

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Well, here they are :

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HA HA HA.

=P

*squeals* "I don't want to die!! At least, wait until my nose stop bleeding can or not??"

I take pleasure in killing my own soft toy pigs.



The Path to it's Death.



Oh. How brave. How sad.

=(





"Hmm, cute angel outfit, teapots and teacups ... I guess heaven's a nice place after all."

:P

That's lame. Ha ha ha.


craving chocolate kisses ..
3:12 PM