You're comparing apples and apple seeds.

No one would be upset by a giraffe fetus being aborted.

And the people who are not upset by abortions would be very upset about an 18-month-old human being killed, dismembered, and fed to the house cats.

What a nice thing to say, thank you! I really like both of your portmanteus...I think avaTARTs flows well!
Your screen name is kickass too, always wanted to say. (That includes you, Jive mitten.) I just read the other day how apple seeds have cyanide in them. Oooo.
It's warm fuzzy death day, I guess, heh.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
It was partially inspired by your awesome avARTars/avatARTS (which one is better?). Saw some of his work for the first time recently, and loved the idea of that dark juxtaposed with the cuddly.
In reply to this comment by AdrianBlack:
I love your new avatar, I'm a big fan of his work. Something so charming about blood and fuzz.

my inner demons compel me to be here
your cheeks are flush like rose petals
you're consumed with rage but i'm consumed with you

our eyes intertwine through the haze
intoxicated by your bloodshot stare
in all of my dreams i never thought i'd see
a face that could launch a thousand ships

and the music was like wind in your hair
the moonlight caressed your silhouette
kiss of ocean mist is in the air
why must god punish me this way

lay down my hand the next move is yours
as you undress me with your frozen eyes
in all of my dreams I never thought I'd see
an endless love to share my blue lagoon

and the music was like wind in your hair
the moonlight caressed your silhouette
kiss of ocean mist is in the air
why must god punish me this way

happiness is hard to come by
but I've had my fair share
the satin sheets, the lemon peels
the minor keys, the major pills
we've climbed the mountain, saw the top
and planted the apple seed
and can't you see we could've had it all

and the music was like wind in your hair
the moonlight caressed your silhouette
kiss of ocean mist is in the air
why must God punish me this way

and the music was like wind in your hair
the moonlight caressed your silhouette
kiss of ocean mist is in the air
why must god punish me this way
why must god punish me this way
this way, this way, this way ...

apple seeds contain cyanide, if he pops a few thousand apples in one sitting it could make him quite sick