Drinking Milk (at Midnight).

Drinking Milk
-Of ivory in the moonlight-
From "Unsweetened Laments" Aug. 10, 2009.
"Under the guise of retrieving drinking-milk to become stronger, I opened the refrigerater. I believe, truly, it's comforting to combat torments, such as Osteoporsis, in this manner-- the drinking of milk. Unfortunately, instead of 
luxuriating in bliss, I discovered agony and anguish. For, I had a vision of hundreds upon hundreds of cows, stabled to death, in a hell of complex mechanical milking contraptions. Emotionless, I reached for the Silk. For the first time since the last time, I reached for the artificial milk. The body of the box of Silk communicated that it was fortified with vitamins. Luckily, the silk was not the byproduct of an animal being milked to death; the Silk was not a byproduct of hell.

Honey, self-righteously resting on the counter with my glass of artificial milk, I'd managed to perpetuate my bliss. This, however, seemed a bit odd. Upon closer examination, I realized that the procured glass of artificial milk infused with vitamins could be closer to ecstasy-- closer to heaven, that is-- than a glass of the residual waste of caged animals in a hell. Not only was this small reality fantastically dreamlike, but as I brought the glass of Silk to my lips, I experienced another epiphany: After considering the heavenly aspects of the consumption of artificial milk as opposed to the "drinking-milk" of hundreds of enslaved cows being milked to death, I grasped the rue and woe of derriving elation from consuming artificial milk. Drinking a glass of artificial milk infused with vitamins to combat indulging in the excess of an animal in hell is truly an unsweetened lament."

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