We're just the working class

Who are you
To look down on us;
The "working class" you consider pus
An infection we must be, in the eyes of your perfection
We build your high-rises and shine the windows reflecting our shiny sweat covered faces
Who are you
To look down on other races
Until you taste this blood and tears you've never known years of hardship
Who are you
On your private ship; sipping wine labored from a farmers efforts
Served to you on a silver platter
You can scatter the pieces of the chessboard any way you please;
and believe we'll always be on your leash
You tease us with petty treats, gifts to keep us quiet
Always dangling the carrot, forever re-angling the incentive
Just over that forever horizon
The prize on the end of the stick; as we stick our noses right up your asses
We're just the lower-classes
The majority, the gun-wielding hard workers of society
So where is your propriety when your pissing your pants
When your given a slaves rations
Where are your detached passions as you watch the starving child clinging to her mother
And you; with your expensive whore-lover, thinking she's nothing but a money-grubber
But can you see from her eyes
When theres nowhere left to turn
And all you yearn for is power; not dreams, hopes, or wishes
As she kisses you goodbye; you'll never see the tears of shame she hides
Your one night rides; an already faded memory
A degrading power-trip, to make your dick feel big
But your nothing; behind the suit, the education and plastic surgery
Just an animal afraid to get dirty

Confessions of a raw foodist: Part II

In the beginning of my diet I ate the following:

* Note: All references to olive oil and vinegar, are extra virgin cold pressed olive oil, and raw apple cider vinegar (with the mother). All references to mustard are apple cider vinegar mustards.

*Note: The marinated red peppers, capers, & olives are all naturally fermented/preserved in salt, apple cider vinegar, or lemon. All references to eggs are cage-free organic, local, fertile eggs.

Meals:

Ground beef rolled in cheese and sesame seeds, dipped in soy sauce

Ground beef mixed with various roots, and nuts, and cheese balled up and dipped in olive oil and vinegar with spices, soy sauce, or Dijon mustard

Ground beef lettuce wraps;
Romain lettuce, radish slices, grated carrot, turnip, burdock etc…olive oil and vinegar(red wine or balsamic)salt and pepper, olives, capers, marinated red peppers, cheese, pecans, sesame seeds, walnuts, almond slices, etc.

Ground beef sushi rolls:
Cheese, cucumber, avocado, sesame seeds, bell pepper, radish, etc rolled up in
nori, sliced and dipped in soy sauce.

Nori rolled with sashimi(Salmon or Ahi tuna), avocado, cucumber, olives, cheese, spices, sesame seeds, soy sauce etc.

Entrees:

Eggs;
Over easy-yolk unbroken for dipping ground beef or lunch meat slices
Scrambled eggs with;
Raw homemade salsa, raw cheese on top of cold salsa to prevent pasteurization, tomato, green pepper, spring onion, bacon, ham, etc… all ingredients were optional

Lunch meat such as;
Roast beef, ham, pastrami, salami, sausage, deer salami, deer sausage, and bacon.
Ham and cheese meat rolls

Lunch meat lettuce wraps:
Cucumber, bell pepper, radish, olive oil and vinegar, spices, olives, capers, cheese, etc

*Note: All lunch meat is all natural, nitrate and nitrate free.

Large amounts of salad;
Broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, radish, tomato, cucumber, avocado, carrot, various greens, various roots…

Salads were topped with;
Grated raw cheese, raw nuts, olives, capers, red peppers marinated, spices, etc

Cold Mexican avocado soup
Blended avocado with water, spices, salsa, olive oil
Topped with; tomato, spring or red onion, or broken up bacon, and raw cheddar

Fried plantain chips in palm oil;
Covered with sliced raw cheese, dipped in guacamole, or salsa, or topped with ground beef

Treats:

Fruits;
Oranges, apples, bananas, mangos, strawberries, cherries, peaches, apricots, pears

Homemade raw fruit/nut date bars
Honey, almond flour, raw almonds, dates, dried pineapple, dried apricot, dried raisins, shredded coconut, raw chocolate powder, raw pecans, cinnamon, etc.

Shredded coconut mixed with honey and pecans.

Nuts:
Pistachios, raw walnuts, raw almonds, raw sesame seeds, raw pecans, sunflower seeds

Fruit salad;
Apple and shredded carrot salad with raisins, preserved with EM, flavored with raw coconut fat, lemon juice, cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla powder/glycerin, and raw honey
Mix fruit salad;
Previously frozen or fresh mix berries, strawberries, oranges, apples, bananas, pineapple etc.
Orange pecan fruit salad;
Oranges, pecans, cinnamon, honey, raw milk whipped cream

Fruit smoothies with;
Banana, raw coconut fat, frozen berries, raw milk, raw chocolate powder, raw cocoa nibs, raw honey, vanilla powder/glycerin (all ingredients optional, and not all mixed in at the same time)

Dark chocolate bars (75-90%)

Dried/Freeze-dried fruit:
Bananas, mango/spiced mango, apple, pineapple, raisins, shredded coconut, candied ginger, strawberries, apricots, prunes, etc

The way my current diet has changed, and what it now includes:

Ground beef (no added flavors or ingredients)

Salad: Greens & cucumber, with olives, and raw cheese
Olive oil and apple cider vinegar/lemon juice salad dressing

Occasional fruit;
Apple slices, half an orange, mango, cherries, blueberries

Dried fruit;
Pineapple, candied ginger

Nuts; Raw pistachios, raw pecans, raw sesame seeds, raw almonds

Cheese;
Raw sheeps milk, raw cows milk, raw cheddar and raw hard cheeses.

Nori; dipped in olive oil, with truffle oil, oregano, redmond sea salt
Wrapped around cucumber and avocado slices with cheese

I no longer eat fish raw fish, as it does not settle with my stomach.
Everything in my previous diet that I cut out is because it had side effects, or my body told me to discontinue eating it.

I enjoy my diet being as basic as it is, and so does my health!

I recommend the previous diet for those who are just beginning on the path of an RVAF diet, as it will help the transition from cooked food to raw, having plenty of treats and dressed up foods to compensate for the cooked food craving.

When you first start out on an RVAF diet, the best thing to do is experiment. Every person is different, and will have different reactions to different foods, keep an open mind; but listen to your body.

Recent works: Shirt bag

I made a bag to hold my sewing supplies! I used an old shirt my mom gave me, originally a velvet spaghetti strap, next time I'll include before and after, as well as process pictures. I just got caught up in the moment! I sewed the top up, to make the bottom, and the bottom I used the folded over seam as a draw-string. I then added a small pocket from a used lace shirt I had, and sewed on a button, for a closer.

The bag:


The shoelace draw-string closed:


The pocket detail:


Here are some new pictures I've drawn, until I get access to a working scanner they are all going to be my low-qaulity cellphone pictures!

A woman:



Her face I got from a sleepy hallucination in my favorite blue scarf, her pose from a picture of Jennifer Aniston:

Eating raw food: Its all about attitude; Part III

In my previous blog, I wrote about my first social experience on this diet, and how it has impacted me.

Over the holidays this year, during Christmas, my family and my fiance an
d I were invited to a family Christmas dinner, at my Uncle's and his girlfriends house.
My uncles girlfriend(I'll call her S)had given my mom and dad a Whole Foods gift card, and told my mom to buy her and I a special raw fish feast for the holiday dinner, so we wouldn't feel left out.
My mom had bought Ahi tuna, salmon, seaweed, raw sheeps milk cheese, cucumber, avocado, and various other little treats. S joined us in our raw food dinner, and didn't even eat any of the turkey, or cooked food the guys were indulging in. She enjoyed it very much, and even wanted to start eating it more often.
My mom and I on the other hand had a very different experience; we began to feel slightly nauseous from eating the raw fish, and it felt like there were rocks sitting in our stomachs.
All I wanted was my raw ground beef, and I really felt like my instincts were telling me not to eat raw fish anymore.
My mom and I felt that our instincts were confirmed after reading this post on Live-Food(a group ran by Vinni Pinto) Recipe For Disaster
You can also join the group, and learn more about this diet.

I have learned that people just want you to be apart of things. Good friends and family will go out of their way to integrate you into their lives, no matter how different you are, or how you eat.

In my experiences, few times have I had blatantly horrified and rude people, attacking me for my way of life.

When I was working at St. Vincent De Paul in Seattle, WA, there was a woman there who I worked shifts with. When she found out that I ate raw meat, she was so shocked and horrified that she went around literally yelling it to my entire crew, and telling them to come look at what I was eating. At first, I felt pretty alienated...but I took it in stride, and no matter what she said to me, I counteracted her words with positives. As her and I started working together more, she actually told me that she thought it was really cool that she knew someone who ate raw meat, and that she liked the fact I was different. She also told me that she may have thought I was weird at first; but she thought I was just so nice and kind that she really didn't think I was that weird anymore.

In my opinion, the way the vegans and vegetarians eat is detrimental to their health; but I will defend their right to eat that way. Why? Because it is everyone's personal right to live life how they want, and I can understand that some people literally cannot bring themselves to harm animals, because their conscious will attack them. No; I do not think it is healthy, but it is not my right to tell them how to live their lives. The only thing I can do is recommend healthy supplements for the health problems caused by such diets.

Over time; I have come to a lot of realizations, and I have had mini-battles in myself over eating my food in front of others; on occasions such as work lunches. But I know, that as long as I have pride, and confidence, that people will not look at me like an alien, but a person with a different way of life.

Eating raw food: Its all about attitude; Part II

In my original blog; called; Eating raw food: Its all about attitude: Posted on; Thursday, August 9, 2007
I wrote about my perspective, and experiences eating raw meat.
That was 5 months ago; in this post I am writing about my first social experience on the RVAF diet.

In march, before this blog was put out; I moved to Illinois to be with my current fiance. I moved in with his friends, a couple and their 3 year old.
I had only been on the diet for about a month at the time, but the couple was very accepting of it. The wife(I'll call her A)was especially "protective" of my diet.

One day her husband(I'll call him R)and my fiance and I went to pick up my meat from the grocery store. R noticed that the ground beef in the bulk butcher section was on sale for only $1.99 lb. So I got a huge package of 5 lbs, and we went home.
On our way home, R decided to randomly tell me that the reason it was so cheap, is because it was all the meat that was going bad, ground up and set out. Needless to say I was a LITTLE mad, that he failed to tell me this when we were at the grocery store.
When we got home I opened the package, and took a bite. It was DISGUSTING; it tasted like old warm mushy nastiness.
My boyfriend Sam had asked me if he could make a cooked hamburger with it. I said yes; as he proceeded to pat the ground beef into a patty, it was so mushy and gross he was horrified, and couldn't even bring himself to make a burger with it.

A was very mad, and told me; "We're gonna take that meat back, and if they won't let you return it, I'll tell them that you eat raw meat, and this meat is old and gross and you want a refund!" She also told me we could try Aldi's meat(the local poor people grocery outlet)and that she would cover me and we could poke a hole in one of their meat packages and I could take a bite and see if it was any good.
Her husband R was horrified; "A! You can't do that, are you really going to do that? You better not poke a hole in the meat and eat it!" A and I laughed and winked at each other as we told R; "Uh sure we won't..."
We went to the grocery store and returned my meat, only to find out that the good meat was the same price as the gross meat.
We picked up 5 packages; at the time I only ate one pound a day, of 15% fat ground chuck.
A and I drove over to Aldi's, and we walked in; meandering around, pretending to check everything out. We went by the meat cooler, and A stood in front of me; I was too nervous to poke the hole in the meat package myself; so A did it for me and handed me a chunk of ground beef.
I popped it in my mouth; it wasn't terrible, but it sure wasn't good. I shook my head at her; "no."
Then we walked our happy butts back to the SUV and headed home.
Of course when we told her husband R what we'd done, he was horrified, and proceeded to berate us for our illegal activities.

A few days later A did something I would have never expected ANYONE to do...
Now A was very motherly, she liked to cook for everyone, make sure the house was immaculate, do everyone's laundry....etc.
Unfortunately I'm the same way; just a little more specific about how I do things. My laundry is mostly high quality vintage and couture clothes, therefore only jeans and t-shirts can be washed in the washer.
She attempted to do my laundry one morning, and as I was coming down the stairs, I stepped into the kitchen and she told me she was loading my laundry. I was horrified, and ran up to her and started to grab my delicates out of her evil crappy washer. I thanked her, but politely let her know that the clothes couldn't be washed in a washer.
I then went to get my food out of the fridge; suddenly she cuts in front of me, and tells me she made my breakfast. She then opens the fridge, and hands me a plate with ground beef lettuce wraps with plastic wrap over them.
I am in shock, horror, speechless...
She had even poured balsamic vineger, and salt and pepper on them, grated carrot, and sliced up radishes. She had prepared them just as she'd seen me do. Needless to say I could not believe that someone had actually made me my raw meat breakfast...
At this point in my diet I was still very much into putting preparation in my food, because I was still slightly squeamish about the taste of my ground beef.
I was horrified at the fact that someone else's hands had prepared MY ground beef. I mean it was raw, I only wanted my hands to touch it; it felt like an invasion...

Although it was awkward and unsettling, I really appreciate A's efforts to make me feel at home, and included in things.
R and S were the first people I ever ate my raw meat in front of, and because of their kindness and non-judgmental attitude, I really feel that it helped my confidence in my social experiences on my diet.

In my next blog I'll cover my most recent social experiences, and how my family reacts to my way of life.

Dream Interpretation: Evil Green Puddle

My dream:

Sam and I are out; and we suddenly remember we're supposed to be at the grocery store. We get there, and for some strange reason we end up being there all day, and I'm starting to get sick from lack of food. We apparently won some $90 dollar shopping spree, and we are checking out at the cash register. But; all the groceries are things the ladies that work there picked out for us, and they are all junk-food, and poisons. I am horrified, and I tell the cashier to just take everything back. I ask if we can go on our free shopping spree another day; and they tell me no. It has to be today. So; by this time I'm starting to get really sick; and Sam ends up going ahead of me and shopping. I suddenly get really dizzy and weak and fall on the floor, almost passing out. The ladies that work there surround me, and are asking if I'm OK. I'm realizing I just need my meat, and I get up really weakly, and start looking for Sam. He's in one of the isles, and once I see him I tell him what's up with me; and that I have to get something to eat. I then proceed to the meat isle, and grab a pack of ground beef; I'm thinking in my head that even though its low in fat at least its food. I rip the package open right there and start scarfing it down. I feel alot better.
The dream proceeds and I'm at my parents house, in the backyard. I have these books I bought for my parents, and I tell them that one of the books is about this evil green puddle.
My brother and I remember that there used to be an evil green puddle in our back yard, and if anyone ever went near it or looked in it they'd get sucked into it, and never come back. Then we also remember, that it had disappeared leaving only a hole, and that we had taken blocks of wood and filled the hole, and then covered it with a sheet of plywood and used rocks to hold it down. We had also covered it in leaves to disguise it.
I then suddenly realized, that my brother and I had stopped believing in the evil green puddle, and that's why it had dried up. I also realized that ever since we'd stopped believing in it, it never came back again.
Unfortunately; my brother's curiosity was getting the better of him; and he kept going over to the covered hole and peeking under the plywood. I kept telling him to stay away from it; that it was dangerous and it could come back again if he believed in it again.
I remember in the dream my mom and I were sitting in the backyard together(our backyard in Washington)and she was meditating. I was sitting there with a knife, and a couple other things I can't remember.
My cat; who is a main coon was playing on the patio with a bunch of other main coons the neighbor lady owned(in my dream)
My mom then got up, and handed me this strange circle mirror tray, with a metal "gate" around it. The mirror had words she had written on it, and they said something about going in to see my father, and thanking me for something.
I then proceeded to pick up my belongings, and follow her in.
Just then once again my brother peeked under the plywood, and I chided him again...

When I awoke I suddenly realized that the moral, and reason for the dream; was teach me that if I believe in a nightmare, it will come true. In my conscious I knew this, but I wasn't really feeling it lately. My sub-conscious knew I needed to see this; to stop believing in the nightmare illusions, because they would steal all my energy. To only believe in what I wanted in life, and what I wanted to see; and just like that evil green puddle all the bad illusions would disappear, and I'd forget they had even been there. I think my brother(he was much younger, around 10)represented my own curiosity; and that even though we can walk away from the illusions we don't need in our lives, some part of us will still wonder. We just can't let that part of us take over and rampage on what-ifs.

Cold hands

You treat them as specimens
Labrats
Cold and calculating in your incision
In your judgment
You put up a front, a squeaky clean pearly smile, and a handshake there
A sympathetic nod, and a wipe of your brow
But inside your dead and cold
As sterile as the white walls, and irradiated metal tools
Numbed by too many bloody latex gloves
And too many deaths by your skilled hands
I'm sure lives have been saved, but can you count the lives lost?
To you; its all about the cost
The dollar
The added luxury to your life
You don't see a patient, a person, a human
You see a project, a cash refund, a number in millions
Those little colored pills, to miracle cure all ills
As side effects destroy them; turn them into societal rejects
Injects; the toxic poison in your veins
Plays with those bloody stains inside his demented mind
Butchers
They cut, and prick, inject and slice
Dice and twice over...no forever they'll steal your soul
Leaving you nothing but a black hole
Where those happy thoughts used to be, are replaced with sweet calm serenity
And boiling insanity
All for THEIR vanity, their profit margin
I see their cold, dead eyes
Hollow spaces, filled with gray
No they can't feel
They are as numb as the nectar they inject
Synthetic appeal
They'll kill you while they heal you
They can't feel your pain
The dementia clawing to escape your brain
But they can; seal you away
Turn you into something new, and improved
A good little sheep following the herd
Sleep walking; you'll never be heard
They'll even give you their shiny golden word
Their metallic calculating diagnosis
Their atrocious implants and metal contraptions to fix your imperfect limbs
They can never wash away their bloody sins
No matter how much they scrub their immaculate skins
Underneath the human shell, their monsters playing games
We're just the toys to amuse their ploys
But I haven't lost my voice, and I'll never let them touch me with their knives
Lives will be lost, but mine will not be among the numbers