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messedupthinking
messedupthinking
The calf needs to suckle milk. The farmer wants to sell it. The farmer has a sharp knife and a captive bolt gun. The calf has wobbly legs and wide set innocent eyes. We get the milk and the calf gets slaughtered.
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
Milk
Beneath the cloth and within a wire cage exists a living, breathing sentient being that is owned by the artist. Although the creature may seem to be in distress, the artist gains an economic advantage through use of the creature in his work, and his economic interests are protected by law. Please be aware that any tampering with the artwork, including removal of the cloth, shall be regarded as vandalism, and you may be required to purchase.
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
The artist
Jamie keeps a middle aged white man imprisoned below his house as an involuntary *** slave. Jamie also donates a few hundred dollars each month to human rights organisations around the world. Sam spends a few hours most weeks attempting to draw people’s attention to both local, and international slavery. Sam neither donates money to human rights organisations, nor keeps slaves himself. Whilst most people who are concerned about human rights issues have a problem with slavery, there is some disagreement as to the most effective way to address it. Some are of the view that Jamie, despite his direct participation in slavery, is doing more for human rights than is Sam. The theory is that by donating money to human rights organisations, one can offset the harm associated with keeping a slave, and in Jamie’s case, since the donations are significant, Jamie has accrued a human rights violation credit. -Frightening thinking
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
Middle aged white male *** slave
Armed guards, perimeter fences, no this is not a prison camp. Are you having a good time? Solar panels, composting toilets, weaving workshops, sedation, not sedition. Our partners distracted, we find freedom. I was looking for you for ages, just not where we agreed. My friends have taken too much. I can't find my tent. I don't know what to do. The trees are so beautiful when illuminated by lasers. I am a ball of light, an orb of perception, intimately mingling with those that didn't pick me up hitchhiking. But here we are brothers, and sisters, don't drop your phone.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Infestation