u/AnTotDugas

There is and was never a time that I felt,

I should rough up a small little child with a belt,

And that makes better forever than you.

Yes, no matter when, where, or what that I do,

I’m just better.

Flatly, concretely, I’m better.

When I was a small little child of two,

Chowing on cow meat would prompt me to spew,

So perhaps it was easier, my going vegan,

But easily doing what’s right simply means, 

That I’m better,

Naturally, fluidly better.

I muse about, often, my small little child,

And how she’s adopted, and how I don’t mind,

And how if you felt that you needed to breed,

Such preference leaves orphans as numbers to feed,

So I’m better,

Philanthropically, graciously better.

Fleetingly, worlds in our mind can be made,

Which reveal all our inner most feelings, behaviors,

And urges, and instincts, and spurs, and I don’t think,

That world in your mind where you sock me to Thursday,

Reflects upon you—soul and mind—very nicely,

Since it’s my mere goodness which drives you to spite me…

I’m better:

Your hate only proves I’m your better.

To my understanding, many of the items that cause pneumoconiosis (asbestos, talc, silica crystals, nanotubes) are basically just tiny splinters which your body cannot get rid of and which cause excessive scarring. Why are such items considered part of a toxin if it’s the same exact response the body has to all foreign objects it can’t remove from the lungs? Like, if getting stuck by a bunch of macroscopic needles wouldn’t be considered a “toxin” issue, why does terminology change once the needles become too small to see?