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Exposed like butt cheeks at a strip club; chicken breasts, fleshy and sallow in the butcher's case; tequila bottle soldiers lined up across the bar's back wall.
Are you a murderer?"
"That depends, are you one of those animal activist[s] that believe meat is murder?
In all the round world there is no meat. There used to be. But now we cannot stand the thought of slaughterhouses.
What man with a human heart, who has ever cared for domestic animals, could look into their eyes, so full of confidence and affection, and willingly give them over to the butcher's knife? How could he devour their flesh as a sweet morsel?
Who does not have a slaughter in their conscience? Man's history is just an endless list of atrocities and we're not through with it.
- The Killer (comics).
The place of the worst barbarism is that modern forest that makes use of us, this forest of chimneys and bayonets, machines and weapons, of strange inanimate beasts that feed on human flesh.
American Sniper,
We'll meet the meat.
Eat the meat, and spit out the bones.
Get me meat. Lots of it. Meat on meat
THE VALLEY OF FEAR
Hungry Only: The Bulldozer
Menagerie. Personally,
If the lamb sees the knife, she panics. Her panic seeps into her meat, darkens it, fouls the flavor.
Never lose time in sending the scapegoat to the slaughterhouse.
How now Mad Cow?
Only the stupidest calves choose their own butcher.
So bloody massacre, so nasty, so brutal he just starts to eat alive people flesh.
It was death by a thousand cuts
This is just how they want you, an animal, a bitch with swollen udder lying in the dirt, blank-faced, surrendered, reduced to this meat, these smells ...
highway after the boy.
I have butchered many men. All are innocent and equaled when they are on the table. All are exquisite and grotesque. -Dr. Spencer Black
In you, humanity is precarious; and so, in dread and in shame, you kill the animal in you. And its slaughter poisons you.
You can't record an album called 'Meat Is Murder' and slip out for a burger.
Be the slaughterhouse for sacred cows.
The lifeblood of Mercy For Animals is our undercover investigations of animal agriculture.
The only meat I eat is from animals I've killed myself.
A lifetime of cannibal hatred
I watched 'Kill Bill,' like, three times.
I eat innocent meat, the house wife I will beat, the prolife I will kill. What you won't do, I will.
I've always hoped 'Chopped' would telegraph our enormous affection and love and admiration for chefs and food, but at the same time, we are inflicting extraordinary cruelty on them.
There were photos of steel grappling hooks in the meat shed where the Watt Lake Killer had hung, gutted, flayed, and bled out his victims like slaughtered deer. Photos
Folklore and mythology, as well as man's catastrophic disregard for nature, are the meat of Joseph D'Lacey's horror. But the prime cuts are always compassion and surprise.
Bring me the head of Elton John ... which is one instance in which meat would not be murder, if it were served on a plate.
The slasher film is such a neat, self-contained genre.
I have a terrible image in my mind of a cow going to slaughter. There's not a lot of fight in them. Pigs, they'd squeal and thrash around. They'd fight. It's almost as if cows don't know they have a choice. Not that they don't panic, but they do so in a quiet way.
Wherever he goes, whatever he does, he will always see that word: murder - immortally inscribed upon the pediment of that vast slaughterhouse - humanity.
'Fresh Meat' is the first comedy thing I've ever done.
I'm not a big slasher film fan.
You're the other white meat!
Once you kill a cow, you gotta make a burger
You either approve of violence or you don't, and nothing on earth is more violent or extreme than the meat industry.
I took a bite of lobster meat with rice. It was quite tasty. 'Arguing the morality of slaughter will send you into a tailspin of self-loathing every time.' 'Unless you're a vegan.' 'Uh-huh. But then you're a vegan and you don't count.
In eating ecology love murder vegan vegetarianism flesh eating is unprovoked murder.
The truth is, cutting raw meat off the bones gives us the creeps.
Pie in a bed of raw onions. Human skull looking put-upon.
Howl
They were going back to the slaughterhouse for souvenirs of the war.
The lamb misused breeds public strife
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
Dogs and cats get put to sleep; hogs and cows get slaughtered.
Sweeping from butcher's stalls, dung, guts, and blood,
Drown'd puppies, stinking sprats, all drench'd in mud,
Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down the flood.
Redheaded Peckerwood, which unerringly walks the fine line between fiction and nonfiction, is a disturbingly beautiful narrative about unfathomable violence and its place on the land
We headed toward the creepy old slaughterhouse full of dangerous beings. Which ... pretty much tells you what kind of day I was having, right there.
You are the Worst Kind of Animal. A Butcher by Day and a Pussy Cat by Night.
Breakfast with the Borgias.
The Den, the best horror - You never know who is the Original!
The terror takes you. The cage is locked and the curtain drawn. Fingers dance along as blades, carving memories into your flesh that will leave scars long past being healed.
Wild dogs? Or just Clayton? -Nick Sorrentino (Bitten)
A new group, flexitarians, who eat meat if not too many people are watching.
Who died in the shop and how does it already smell like something has been decaying in the hot sun?"
"Oh, you know us. Brought home some roadkill for kicks."
"You didn't wait for me? You know how much I love roadkill. I mean, roadkill is the gift that keeps on giving.
I venture to maintain that there are multitudes to whom the necessity of discharging the duties of a butcher would be so inexpressibly painful and revolting, that if they could obtain a flesh diet on no other condition, they would relinquish it forever.
Whoever eats the Lamb outside this House is profane.
There's nothing humane about the flesh of animals who have had one or two or even three improvements made in their singularly rotten lives on today's factory farms.
What kind of woman gets slaughtered by her own son?
I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages
I kill things...and eat them." Axel Reid
Tonight, the Sisters of Saint Joseph and I are going to The Slaughterhouse Bar. I have four rolls of quarters and we are going to dance until there's blood in our slippers.
The intimacy of the detail - why The Silence of the Lambs is quite possibly the Thriller Writer's bible.
A refined sort of butcher, a woman is.
Cry Wolf' is a hard-boiled thriller written at break-neck pace of political corruption and organised, very violent crime.
I don't think that Slaughterhouse-Five was successful movie material. In fact, Vonnegut's books mostly I don't feel are movie material.
A farmer slaughters his cattle because he must eat to survive, but he also protects the herd from thieves and predators. If you leave the pen, the wolves will find you, child.
I'm a big fan of meat.
Bizarre and engrossingly disturbing, Naked Lunch, finds truth in madness.
The butcher with his bloody apron incites bloodshed, murder. Why not? From cutting the throat of a young calf to cutting the throats of our brothers and sisters is but a step. While we ourselves are living graves of murdered animals, how can we expect any ideal conditions on the earth?
Silence Of The Lambs is definitely very frightening.
An excellent indie horror book with a wholly original premise.
Unlike the beasts of the wild, the many cruel varieties of human monsters, when at last cornered, seldom fight with greater ferocity. Instead, they reveal the cowardice at the core of their brutality.
Vegetarian: Indian word for lousy hunter.
The admission fee was a viper's tongue and a half-concealed stiletto. It was a sort of intellectual slaughterhouse.
One lone wolf sat on
the other side of the offender, licking his chops.
"Yeah, you know we don't discriminate around here. We like
dark meat, white meat, red meat, even yellow meat," the wolf said,
staring up at the bartender. "It's all good stuff.
I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.
Bloodthirsty, thy name is Momma Wolf.
Dystopian Cybernetic Environment in Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five
What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.
Birth of a Nation
PG-13 horror, I just don't watch that.
Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.
spasm of horror, which
Today promised not to be about the ecstasy of life on a farm. Today was the day we were "processing" broilers or, to abandon euphemism, killing chickens.
Cadavers' intestines hanging like a parade streamers off the sides of tables, skulls bobbing in boiling pots, organs strewn on the floor being eaten by dogs ...
Eating industrial meat takes an almost heroic act of not knowing or,
I go in the butchers and there's not a lot of meat I can eat these days, with having all the animals.
Snakes and bastards!
I think one of the things that was a huge surprise to everyone with 'Silence of the Lambs' was that that was an Oscar-winning horror movie. It struck such a nerve with audiences that it was a very particular, special experience.
Murder is a high-pressure squad and a small one, only twenty permanent members and under any added strain (anyone leaving, anyone new, too much work, too little work), it tends to develop a tinge of cabin-fevery hysteria, full of complicated alliances and frantic rumors.
I have from an early age abjured the use of meat, and the time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look upon the murder of men.
this miserable creature, this once evil bureaucratic butcher
My refusing to eat flesh occasioned an inconveniency, and I was frequently chided for my singularity, but, with this lighter repast, I made the greater progress, for greater clearness of head and quicker comprehension. Flesh eating is unprovoked murder.
THE ACT OF KILLING invents a new form of cinematic surrealism.
There is no beast without cruelty