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The innocent pig! Slaughtered in the blood stained room. The man stands over the corpse and laughs. Slowly he peels the skin off the pig, scolding the dead for pig her small imperfections. For some game, that needs fresh skin. The surface of her body and soul, in a grey factory fit over a mold by a person who has delt with tens of thousands of innocent pigs and can only see the skin.   A conveyor belt takes thousands of animals, whose only fault was being too heavy, into a drying room. The pigs not animals but objects now, slaughtered for entertainment. The “vegetarian” football player takes the skin of the poor mama pig and chucks it to his friend. The misguided soul! Taught tediously to truly think that the typical time of the gentle piglet far better spent dead than to live a hellish life, nor will this soul know the pig is both dead and lived a hellish life. A hole in the pigs skin and hollow air rushes free. Punted away into the woods. Again and again. The game starts. The chubby guys line up and smell each others breath, both sides scream like monsters and charge at each other, they don’t punch each other, so it’s civilized. The skinny guys also line up next to each other, trying to outrun the other guy, yeah I say guy because society is sexist but moving on, so they try to outrun each other, one guy in an attempt to not allow the person to catch the thin layer of pig skin. The guy running forward tries to get the quarterback (basically the star of the team the guy with dreamy hair and a nice body who is either a cool guy or a **** to toss him the hollowed out pig skin, so can run and look cool until another “light” 180 pound guy tackles him to the ground. The stands, all criminson red, go wild, Fist bumping, jumping up and down, beer drowning the floor, at the sight of the guy with the dreamy body tossing the misshaped ball, to the guy who just hand the wind smashed out of him. Yes this is all football.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
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The innocent pig! Slaughtered in the blood stained room. The man stands over the corpse and laughs. Slowly he peels the skin off the pig, scolding the dead for pig her small imperfections. For some game, that needs fresh skin. The surface of her body and soul, in a grey factory fit over a mold by a person who has delt with tens of thousands of innocent pigs and can only see the skin.   A conveyor belt takes thousands of animals, whose only fault was being too heavy, into a drying room. The pigs not animals but objects now, slaughtered for entertainment. The “vegetarian” football player takes the skin of the poor mama pig and chucks it to his friend. The misguided soul! Taught tediously to truly think that the typical time of the gentle piglet far better spent dead than to live a hellish life, nor will this soul know the pig is both dead and lived a hellish life. A hole in the pigs skin and hollow air rushes free. Punted away into the woods. Again and again. The game starts. The chubby guys line up and smell each others breath, both sides scream like monsters and charge at each other, they don’t punch each other, so it’s civilized. The skinny guys also line up next to each other, trying to outrun the other guy, yeah I say guy because society is sexist but moving on, so they try to outrun each other, one guy in an attempt to not allow the person to catch the thin layer of pig skin. The guy running forward tries to get the quarterback (basically the star of the team the guy with dreamy hair and a nice body who is either a cool guy or a **** to toss him the hollowed out pig skin, so can run and look cool until another “light” 180 pound guy tackles him to the ground. The stands, all criminson red, go wild, Fist bumping, jumping up and down, beer drowning the floor, at the sight of the guy with the dreamy body tossing the misshaped ball, to the guy who just hand the wind smashed out of him. Yes this is all football.
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