“Now I want my burying to remind folks that death aint always awful. God invented death. Its in God’s plan for it to happen. So when my time comes I don’t want no trip to Birdsong’s Emporium or any other. Dressing somebody up to look alive dont make it so.”……..“I don’t want no casket.
For example, this corn is fed to pigs to give people thicker bacon. Just imagine someone eating two-hundred pounds of contaminated meat every day; nobody could tolerate that. The food industry is selling sick cows to people for money. They are killing cows who are just trying to find a place to peacefully graze on the earth. The cows have no say in what they have to eat so they are pretty much fed toxic garbage.
Gullet- “Mass in the state of grace for if you ate them eggs with a sin on your sowl they’ll stick in your gullet, so they will.” P.310 13. Martyr- “Then there’s St. Wilgefortis, virgin martyr, July twentieth.” P.302 14. Leper- “He was walking along one day and a leper said, Hoy, St. Moling, where are you going?” p. 303 15. Thruppence- “Thruppence.”
Evaluation Essay of Cracker Barrel Restaurant Everyone has a favorite restaurant that he or she loves to eat at. My favorite restaurant to eat at is Cracker Barrel. The Cracker Barrel restaurants are not well known for fine dining, but for the down-to-earth ambience of country folks dining. I always enjoy dining at the Cracker Barrel because the atmosphere is welcoming, the food is great, the service is excellent, and an added gift shop offers encouragement. Every time I walk into a Cracker Barrel restaurant I obtain the best feeling.
Writing English: Poetry “Blackberry-Picking” by Seamus Heaney Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots. Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills We trekked and picked until the cans were full Until the tinkling bottom had been covered With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned Like a plate of eyes.
Unlike “unbending” Antigone, Foer admits that in moments of weakness, he would find “ways to smudge, diminish and ignore” his self-imposed ethics of eating (75). “We were honest people who occasionally told lies, careful friends who sometimes acted clumsily. We were vegetarians who from time to time ate meat,” Foer explains, his justification being that he “was only human” (76). Indeed, Foer’s use of parentheses throughout his essay identifies a man prone to mistakes and doubt, wracked with uncertainty over his choice to abstain. And yet, Foer sticks to his guns, aspiring to perfect vegetarianism even as he suffers occasional lapses.
“You are a Ninny” I told the man, so small and skinny, and hungry already for their flesh, twas hard to keep from devouring this unwanted guest. I tell you, we Cyclopes, take orders from no one, not Zeus nor Ares, nor great Hephaestus, nor fearsome Deimos. So what makes you think you, no matter how famous or great, have a right to order me? My hunger masked, I calmed and casually I asked where the ship of these men might be, not knowing yet that I would be deceived. It sank, the stranger told me, on the bank of my island.
I don't know how you could do that to your best buddy. I haven't even introduced you to this girl, and now you're practically planning to marry her. And don't tell me I'm paranoic, because you've changed, buster! You've changed from high school, and I know how your little brain is working. Get rid of the old Richard, right?
from this torment that people call the Hollywood dream I have become my own enemy; I guess I’m plowing what I sow Please, make me a part of another 27 curse; let me escape; let me run I beg you, listen to my calling, my imploring, I call for redemption, I call for mercy Please, give me sweet sleep they call freedom, I am bound too deep…. I am making head in the game; but inside I am shredding my soul away, You are my last ray of hope, my only fail safe plan…. It’s true what they say that all that glitter is not gold, I have gold, but its heart turned to ash I’m reaching high, yet I am sinking deep in to my vices, my own desires, It’s a 911 call, it’s an emergency, I dance the night away, intoxicated and too caught in the dream I need final release, a final escape from what the people call making big…….. Please, make me a part of another 27 curse; I’m being suffocated throughout, come free from my own mind The reality is a haze; I am being deluded as I put on a show Let me the do the curtain call, I bow to my own crop; It is what they say; you sow what you reap…and I am reaping the worst
It is ultimately up to the consumer to make the decision of what to put into their bodies. Without a healthy alternative, little to no nutritional information, and the ease and convenience of fast food why would we choose anything else? The fact is that we have been conditioned as children to eat fast food. We also see the ease of a drive trough and think of it as a great convenience to the alternative of cooking for you at home. American’s are always on the go and fast food corporations have exploited that fact to the extreme.