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Grotesque Portraits of People In Layers of Junk Food Convey Dangers of Mass Production by James OstrerPost-apocalyptic monsters molded from processed goods and sugar

Junk food tastes great going down, but when you look at it in the right light, you realize it’s something that probably shouldn’t be going inside your body. To highlight the corruption of globalisation, along with the increasingly dangerous methods of food production, photographer James Ostrer has created a series called “Wotsit All About.” It features people that look more like monsters hidden beneath layers of sweets and processed goods – with the end result being a hideous thing to behold.

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O Captain! My Captain!

BY WALT WHITMAN

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
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