assignment 11 all hail our plant gods zachary langdon

Milk is a strange substance. Granted everything is strange in a certain context, but I find milk to be more easily seen as such. Its built-in self-preservation mechanism is concerningly effective. The way it decays over time means, should one ever once glance it in its unpresentable state, it shall always seem to be so as good as gone regardless of the number of seconds that have passed since its acquisition. I have experienced such misfortunes, and thus this condition plagues my consciousness forever more.

            However, as repulsive as this makes milk consumption, it is slight enough to be overcome with distraction or some light rationalization. It is the following mental image which defies such attempts. Reader be warned, should thee wish to consume a dairy product, rotini pasta, or other foodstuffs after the viewing of the following words, you must be of stronger stomach than I. I’ll even insert this sentence to allow you to think twice. maggots in milk. I apologize.

            Such an image is not just frightening for its basic components of the repulsive offspring of flies, but additionally the fear of the unseen and pure disgust. It also highlights the living origin of milk, and I hate the physical nature of all of the kingdoms of life (except for plants, your good in my book). All life is squishy and pulsating in a unnervingly and bulbously grotesque way that bothers me every time I should consume coming from such a place (‘cept for plants, they are nice geometric beauties). Plants are good, all other life is bad, have fun on your next visit to the dairy section.