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Veal! Trust these bloated plutocrats to eat the flesh of poor, newly-born calves!
Out of the unconscious lips of babes and sucklings are we satirized.
When you're breastfeeding, you don't get juicy down there. The juice isn't loose.
Humanity is at the very beginning of its existence-a new-born babe, with all the unexplored potentialities of babyhood; and until the last few moments its interest has been centred, absolutely and exclusively, on its cradle and feeding bottle.
between words. "It's coming! The baby's coming.
Birth is a shipwreck, the mewling infant shored on unknown land.
With humans it's abortion, but with chickens it's an omelet.
I obscenity in the milk of my shame.
Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures.
Choose Your Tears
If we cry over spilled milk,
what tears will be left over for spilled blood?
I never knew where babies came from until it happened to me.
To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.
What is birth to a man if it shall be a stain to his dead ancestors to have left such an offspring?
Thou lump of foul deformity!
Mother's tits, Rhys,
MILK IS COW RAPE!
An infant is a seed. Is it an oak seed or a cabbage seed? Who knows. All mothers think their children are oaks, but the world never lacks for cabbages.
One thing you can't do with babies, you can't give them steak.
Ululation. We got animals inside of us, man. We've got all this power.
- The Son
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
My father was a milkman. So, I delivered milk.
Cows scream louder than carrots.
You are not a cow, and I am no apostle of cud chewing.
Stupid werewolf ninja sperm.
Why are we here?", Douglas cried, as poop came out his weiner in a long thin strip, it was weiner-poop, which is the grossest poop of all.
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
Inside, the doctor filled an eyedropper with goat milk and began to drip it into the back of the marten's throat. It filled him with immense medical satisfaction when eventually it urinated on the knee of his trousers. This indicated healthy renal functioning.
I am enceinte, gravid, pregnant, in pup, call it what you will. No doubt there are as many names for the production of a child as for the act which initiates it.
The newborn has only three demands. They are warmth in the arms of its mother, food from her breasts, and security in the knowledge of her presence. Breatfeeding satisfies all three.
I seen her with the milkman, riding down the street. When you're through with my baby, milkman, send her home to me.
The human brain most resembles that of Jersey cows at about six months."*
I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.
Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.
Releasing sperm into the vagina of a twenty-four-year-old does not a father make,
Don't cry over spilled milk
get angry and punch a cow.
The most violent, mean and malignant passions of the human breast, the Furies of private interest.
However, the baby was thriving. I was no longer feeling trapped, spending thirty out of every ninety minutes attached to a Williams-Sonoma Tit Juicer. But
We're all just the product of a vaginal creampie
Every nursing mother, in the midst of her little dependent brood, has far more right to whine, sulk or scold, as temperament dictates, because beefsteak and coffee are not prepared for her and exactly to her taste, than any man ever had or ever can have during the present stage of human evolution.
It's called ergot. Smell
The baby's body lay in a bassinet. He was the size of a half loaf of bread, his bones light as a bird's and stretched with thin skin.
I'm like a bottle of milk with gloves.
That wasn't so bad. She said, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. What was it?
That was a Rocky Mountain oyster, also know as a Montana tendergroin.
No. I just ate bull's balls?
Only one, but yes, you just tore up a tasty testicle. Congratulations!
Milk, blood, tears, urine, semen.
I figured it out this afternoon, when they let me take a walk around the grounds, that these cows are stupid. Bovine. I knew the word, but I hadn't quite appreciated how literal it could be. I
You can only milk a cow so long, then you're left holding the pail.
I have a horror of the word 'flesh', which has become so shopworn.Why not 'meat'whilethey're about it? What I like is skin, a young girl's skin that is pink and shows that she has a good circulation.
You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home
There is no such thing as a baby, there is a baby and someone.
you curdled clot of whores piss
The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin.
I came out the womb dancing.
I watched my friend Eleanor give birth," she said. "Once you've seen a child born, you realize a baby's not much more than a reconstituted ham and cheese sandwich. Just a little anagram of you and what you've been eating for nine months.
Who will sell the Cow, must say the word.
(by the way ... I realize I switch from present to past tense, and if you don't like it ... ram a nipple up your scrotum. -printer: leave this in.)
The umbilical cord is a precious lifeline that began in my primal mother and has come down to me.
My mind was spinning in so many different directions I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or eat a fried calf testicle.
Afrikander cattle.
Which man among us is not, most of the time, possessed of the desire to curl himself into a foetal ball?
There was a little element of feeling like a cow.
So you made it out of a uterus a long time ago. Big deal," I whisper. "So did everybody else on the planet. What else you got?
Production and consumption are the nipples of modern society. Thus suckled, humanity grows in strength and beauty; rising standard of living, all modern conveniences, distractions of all kinds, culture for all, the comfort of your dreams.
It's no good crying over spilt milk; all we can do is bail up another cow
The labor with which we give birth is simply a rehearsal for something we mothers must do over and over: turn ourselves inside out, and then let go.
There's the mackerel of the cornflake for you, you dirty reader of filth and nastiness.
We are the only species of mammal that doubts our ability to give birth. It's profitable to scare women about birth. But let's stop it. I tell women: Your body is not a lemon.
Pregnancy is getting company inside one's skin.
We've all got flesh. I've just got a little more.
I imagine she came out of the birth canal holding a cupcake and a spatula.
Jesus, holy fuck," Rivera murmured, coming to a quick halt and looking up at the tall, hulking, tattoo-sleeved Ryker. "Boy, what'd your Mama feed you growin' up?" he asked.
"Newborn babies," Ryker answered, scowling down at Rivera.
I came out of the womb waving red lipstick.
Erratum. In my article on the Price of Milk, 'Horses' should have read 'Cows' throughout.
Mother cow is in many ways better than the mother who gave us birth.
Mother was delicate the way badgers were delicate.
Maddock stabbed his fried egg with his fork, and bright yellow yolk bled all over his plate like a sunshine hemorrhage.
motherless mothers with their skinless mysteries.
I flip off Pigpen. He suggests something anatomically impossible, and as the familiar ribbing begins[--}
I'm a big advocate of breastfeeding.
We must always remember that we are only midwives - if we want praise for progeny we must give birth to our own.
What least makes a mother is biology.
That strong, grassy smell, raw milk in a tin cup.
The birthing wolf,
Her heart fed with tenderness,
Gave forth from ripe brown nipples,
Food to feed the universe.
What has you roaring like a bull with his prick hung in a fence?
When mother-cow is chewing grass its young ones watch its mouth
If I ever did have a baby, it probably would eat people.
You're so full of shit, you ought to be a cow manure
Turd-eating son of a flying tortoise
It was a flaking scab on a fleshy field of neglect.
You're a good example of why some animals eat their young.
'Found the sheep too easy to kill?' I ask. 'Where'd you get the weapon?'
'Born with them.' His fingernails are bloody.
Babies cannot eat meat but some adults like milk.
Breast-feeding does not belong in the realm of facts and hard numbers; it is much too intimate and elemental.
tissues, crumpled baby
Hallorann's testicles turned into two small wrinkled sacs filled with shaved ice.
There has been an unwise and spectacularly unsuccessful attempt to grow a goatee, hence a fluffy little tuft of something or other, just underneath the centre of his lower lip, that any mother would want to rub off with a bit of spit.
... Dexter the sofa spud ...
Everything is gestation and then birthing.
Fruit free of any bruises, not yet broken open, / With flesh so firm and smooth, it cried out to be eaten!
If left alone in labor, the body of a woman produces most easily the baby that is not interfered with by its mother's mind or the assistant's hand. If left alone, just courage and patience are required.
A baby nursing at a mother's breast ... is an undeniable affirmation of our rootedness in nature.