O winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire The streams than under ice. June could not hire Her roses to forego the strength they learn In sleeping on thy breast. — A Sonnet To January, by Helen Hunt Jackson. Artwork: January, by Kelsey Garrity Riley.
Revealed: Shocking undercover video captures inhumane butchering of cattle at slaughterhouse for In-N-Out Burger chain
Had a brainwave about the scene when Sandr'a is ground up in the meat grinder Perhaps shoot with CCTV esque style ??? I have a set of CCTV cameras already There is something amazing about how visceral it makes death look