I Speak Outside What Is Recognized As The Border Between "reason" And "insanity".

But I Consider It A Measure Of My Humanity To Be Written Off

By The Living Graves Of A Billion Murdered Lives.

And I'm Not Ashamed Of My Recurring Dreams About Me And A Gun And A Different Species

(hint: Starts With "h" And Rhymes With "Neuman's")

Of Carnage Strewn About The Stockyards, The Factories And Farms.

Still I Know As Well As Anyone That It Does Less Good

Than Harm To Be This Honest With A Conscience Eased By Lies.

But You Cannot Deny That Meat Is Still Murder.

Dairy Is Still Rape.

And I'm Still As Stupid As Anyone, But I Know My Mistakes.

I Have Recognized One Form Of Oppression, Now I Recognize The Rest.

And Life's Too Short To Make Another's Shorter- (animal Liberation Now!).