“Praying to those deities in the sky, Can never account for the chickens that die “Stuffed in small cages with no room to run They squeeze out your breakfast and croak when they’re done! “all day you recline on this mattress of fluff, When you barely acknowledge what gives you this stuff… DOWNLOAD THE BOOK HERE (pdf ~15Mb)
The Science Creative Quarterly
By taragoreau
Tara Goreau is a simpleton from the hills of Vermont. Currently she enjoys being outside where she climbs trees and appreciates non-technological things. This could be because she was born under a tree. She always appreciates good music, and is glad to have working senses.