A vegan diet takes care of most of what we need to do. But you'll also want to minimize the use of oils generally, because while olive oil and other vegetable oils are better for your heart than chicken fat, they are as fattening as animal fats.
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I find that acrylics dry very fast - which is supposed to be its charm; however, I find that because of that quality they don't blend as nicely as the oils. The oils, for one thing, are softer and more flexible than the acrylics. Also, the colors are brighter with oils.
quote by Boris Vallejo
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Smelling the Day: Father and Son
Here is a time-tested weather rhyme:
'If with your nose you smell the day,
Stormy weather's on the way.'
There is the rhyme, and here is the reason:
As Andy Dappen wrote,
'Plants release oils into the atmosphere,
'And research indicates
That the higher the humidity,
The more oils the plants give off.
'This produces the distinctive odor
Many of us recognize when we say,
'Smells like rain today.''
When with his nose he smelled the day,
My father, a seasoned farmer, would say,
'Heads up, son! Smells like rain today.'
poem by Monty Gilmer
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My diet is mostly chicken and fish. I make sure I get a lot of vegetables, a lot of fruit. I am a big fruit man, I am a vegetable man anyway. And I also get a lot of rest. That's the key I may be up early, but I'm in bed early too.
quote by Magic Johnson
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Cookee
The barbecue
is the animal roaster,
the animal cooker...
A very different thing
From being the cook-ee
who can never eat
vegan cookies.
poem by Saiom Shriver
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Man Or Animal
You give me a heart attack
You look like the summertime
You call me an artifact
But I'll save that for another time
I could be rich or poor
I don't need anymore
Keep your love inside the kitchen
You can feed me anything
Leave the feathers on the chicken
Peel the leather from your skin
I can be young or old
Sweet or sad, hot or cold
Chorus
Man or animal, I don't care at all
Find the antidote underneath the dose
Man or animal, obidient
out of control
I will love you more than money
I will breathe you in the smoke
I will drink you in my honey
Sweet and golden down my throat
When you're right, when you're wrong
Head is near, eyes are gone
You can drown my appetite
I will sip your tears at night
You can tie me to a chair
Skin and bones, I don't care
I could be rich or poor
I don't need anymore
Chorus
Man or animal, I don't care at all
Find the antidote underneath the dose
Man or animal, obedient
out of control
Man or animal, I don't care at all
Find the antidote underneath the dose
Man or animal, obedient
out of control
out of control
You give me a heart attack
I will give you more than that
You give me a heart attack
I will give you more than that
song performed by by Audioslave
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Pancakes and With Baked Salmon
I do have this 'thing'
For my own homemade pancakes.
And with baked salmon!
What a treat to eat.
You are not going to get any that I make!
But here is the recipe.
You can do it just like me.
First beat an egg in a mixing bowl,
Add a tablespoon of baking powder.
A third teaspoon of salt
A full teaspoon of sugar.
And about a third cup of vegetable oil.
Beat that all together.
Now you want to add the flour.
About a cup...maybe more...
If you're serving more than two people.
I choose to use evaporated milk.
At least a cup.
Whip all this stuff up.
Heat that frying pan or griddle.
Medium to hot.
Add some olive oil if you got it.
Vegetable oil will do.
With a slice of butter added too!
OH! I almost forgot the salmon!
I use salmon steaks.
Preheat the oven 350 degrees.
After rinsing the salmon...
Rub with apple vinegar.
Salt and pepper if you please.
Lay on tin foil since this is what I use.
Add butter and a bit of oil!
Enclosed that salmon within the foil.
Baked twenty minutes.
That's all it takes!
ENJOY!
Use syrup on the pancakes.
Perhaps a little Vadalia Onion Dressing,
On the salmon.
And if you don't like this...
You definitely will love,
My brown sugar/mustard roasted chicken.
But I'm not sharing that right now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.
quote by Paul Cezanne
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Fats
Check out fats, hes a real cool cat
Hes got a black and white tux with lots of class
He says, I love that jazz. I love that razz-ma-tazz. i love to swing.
I just go crazy when you give me room to do my thing. thats fats
Well, check out fats, hes a real cool cat
Hes got bright white spats and sharp dark trilby hat
Hes got a chick thats slick and I like her looks
And I like the way her lipstick, it matches the carnation on his tux
I love his jazz, I love his style, it makes me feel so nice
Oh fats, wont you play for ma a while? thats fats
Oh well, sigmund freud, he gets very annoyed
He was checking out fats and waller just dont like that cat
He said, I dont like his looks, I dont like his fashion.
I love his jazz, I love his style, it makes me feel so nice
Oh fats, wont you play for me a while? not that fats
Hes such a real cool cat, thats fats. nobody plays that jazz, not like fats
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Fats
Check out fats, hes a real cool cat
Hes got a black and white tux with lots of class
He says, I love that jazz. I love that razz-ma-tazz. i love to swing.
I just go crazy when you give me room to do my thing. thats fats
Well, check out fats, hes a real cool cat
Hes got bright white spats and sharp dark trilby hat
Hes got a chick thats slick and I like her looks
And I like the way her lipstick, it matches the carnation on his tux
I love his jazz, I love his style, it makes me feel so nice
Oh fats, wont you play for ma a while? thats fats
Oh well, sigmund freud, he gets very annoyed
He was checking out fats and waller just dont like that cat
He said, I dont like his looks, I dont like his fashion.
I love his jazz, I love his style, it makes me feel so nice
Oh fats, wont you play for me a while? not that fats
Hes such a real cool cat, thats fats. nobody plays that jazz, not like fats
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Life and Sand.
Lena sits and waits. The artist has
Wandered off, gone to the john or
To a bar or to have a quickie with
The local slut, she doesn't know.
She's been here before, the same
Being left behind, the silent studio
Situation, smell of paint, oils and
Other artist's tools and useful stuff.
She has modelled for others and
They've always been the same, being
Lost in another world, stinking of
Turpentine, paint, sex, and all the rest.
She crosses her legs. Sniffs the air.
Wearing the green dress he wanted
Her to wear, her well brushed hair.
She recalls the artist's antics the night
Before, the want of sex, the fumbling
In the dark, the creaky bed, the banging
Away, all those images left in her head.
She uncrosses her legs. Other paintings
Lay around, some leaning against walls,
Some framed, some not, some sold,
Some recent, all modern, some old.
She wonders if she will be like these,
Left aside, used, done with, her oils dried,
Sitting waiting, her youth has died,
And she waits with the ticking of the
Clock, the moving hand, the hour glass
And the slow running out of life and sand.
poem by Terry Collett
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I have been following a vegan diet now since the 1980s, and find it not only healthier, but also much more attractive than the chunks of meat that were on my plate as a child.
quote by Neal Barnard
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The USDA And Trichinella Worms
At the USDA
they don't care
how trichinella worms
squirm
in the flesh
of butchered innocent pigs.
They have muzzled the truth about
Mad Cow, Mad Pig, Mad Chicken,
Mad Deer, Mad Fish, Mad Sheep,
Mad Elk etc.
Through the USDA Forest Service
old trees which have stood
for centuries, (one of the last 700 year old
cedars) were cut
down
.We are the land of skinny trees.
The Forest Service sets
'controlled burn' fires..
when the wind changes
fires have destroyed millions
of acres.
The USDA does not enforce
the lab inspection laws.
The result is animal agony,
filthy labs, and redundant
research.
This regime selected Ann
Veneman from the American
Meat Institute to be its head.
Now as the head of UNICEF
she is trying to poison the
world's children with
cadavers of animal flesh
Their agents have destroyed
food
coops in Washington,
infiltrated vegetarian and
vegan groups.
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Whether under Dan Glickman, Ann Veneman, Ed Schafer
the USDA policy has remained the same.
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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Some People
some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Dear Animal
Dear Animal,
Cow, chicken, pig, or horse
I'm sorry for what our race has done,
I wish you had a voice.
Slit open, smashed, and burned alive
Seems like humans
have no heart
We sit together eating you,
Not knowing what had
been done.
I'm sorry to the skinny pig who's head was smashed against a floor,
I'm sorry to the chicken that was skinned and burned alive,
And I'm sorry to the cow
That's hanging upside down with it's stomach cut open.
That's a horrible way to die,
And an even worse way to live,
Just wishing to be free.
So think the next time you eat meat,
Of a helpless animal screaming,
'Help me! ! '
poem by Zora Watters
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Poem about Poetry - Words and Life
he has learnt all the words
but where is the life to put
all the words in
he has taken all the oils
but where are the visions
to put them all into
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
Animal Boy
Gonna kill and destroy
I'm not an Animal Boy
Why don't they understand
I'm not an ape man
Don't have brain damage
I'm not an a wild savage
Don't push me around
Don't bring my head down
Animal Boy
Animal Boy
Animal Boy
I'm not an imbecile
Don't treat me like an animal
I'm not a creature in the zoo
Don't tell me what to do
Animal Boy
Animal Boy
Animal Boy
You don't know what it's like
You don't know how I feel
I don't have a monkey's brain
I'm not an animal
You can't lock me in a cage
This ain't the Stoneage
Better get out of my way
Someone's gonna have to pay
Animal boy
Animal boy
Animal boy
Animal boy
song performed by by Ramones from Animal Boy
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On Pallas Bathing, From A Hymn Of Callimachus
Nor oils of balmy scene produce,
Nor mirror for Minerva's use,
Ye nymphs who lave her; she, array'd
In genuine beauty, scorns their aid.
Not even when they left the skies,
To seek on Ida's head the prize
From Paris' hand, did Juno deign,
Or Pallas in the crystal plain
Of Simois' stream her locks to trace,
Or in the mirror's polished face,
Though Venus oft with anxious care
Adjusted twice a single hair.
poem by William Cowper
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Engr. Rey And Life's Absurdities
here comes
engineer rey
who is as healthy
as a monkey
boasting of his
immunity
drinks vegetable
juices everyday
does not eat red
meat
and play tennis
every other day of
the week
carbo is a no no
soya is a yeah yeah
preferred diet
is lots of green leafy
salads
garnished with
olive oil
and grains
make his days
one day he bangs his
car upon a post
loses consciousness
when he wakes up
at the hospital
he does not know what
is one plus one
and can no longer
recognize his wife
and two kids
today he is in coma
diagnosed with
terminal
brain cancer
stage iv
yes, it is absurd
but it is true
and Oh God!
he is only 44.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Decapitated Chickens
The decapitated chickens have died.
Their feathers are plucked, their skin has been fried
In the fatty animal oils too much,
In the boiling batter scalding to touch,
In the savory glazes now applied.
Their souls are preserved in formaldehyde,
Disinfected in a jar alongside
Forgotten flavors, seasonings and such.
The decapitated chickens have died.
They're prepared for gnashing teeth, to collide
With the grinding chew, the tongue's licking glide
And sour saliva's slippery clutch,
The contraction of the muscular crutch
To lacerate swiftly, to chop and divide.
The decapitated chickens have died.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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