Hi Jared… I like this photo!!!
I love your new look

Love this shot,Hilarious.

Jared, I wanted to tell you that I love you..
Thanks for everything you’re doing for us, You are the best
band on the planet xo

Dear Jay, U´ve be so serious,always? RELAX and enjoy life Great work requires u be more enthusiastic,happy and don´t worry so much Darling. We LOVE Mars and YOU.

Oh guys, you make me laugh with this pic.
You look like 3 manga japanese superheroes from the80′s ready to wear their armors in one stylised gesture!

And that’s just the beginning.
The video, now this launch – this babe is getting a very special birthday party.
This is LOVE. xx

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смешные=)

‘The Commander holds the dragon by the nose. To drag it up and hook it on to a Station hatch’.

And I did not know. I did not know about the great cruelty. Meted out to hogs and other animals. Everyday. In our industries. That sometimes the hog will be dragged by a hook in its face, if it is frightened to go forward. Or if it cannot walk from the truck, be winched by its legs. And often the legs will be pulled right off. And these animals. They say they can be clever, and friendly, and loyal. Just like the dog. Or even the young child.

And the turkeys. All this I was learning yesterday. That they can be resourceful. And agile, and even beautiful. And that they enjoy having their feathers stroked and like listening to music, and often loudly sing along! But on the factory farms the sick and injured can be beaten to death with a pole. As an “industry standard”. I did not know this. I did not know it.

And the chickens. Their lives are considered worthless. Fifty billion slaughtered worldwide per year. And I did not know that the chicken. It likes to roost in the tree. And that the rooster in nature, it often joins the hen in the egg-laying ritual. And that this is an important and private time for both. Private. But the male chicks. They are not needed for eggs. By the industry. And the newborns; they are ground up alive, or thrown into trashcans to suffocate.

And the lobster. It could live to be a hundred. And it can have a long childhood, and be the gawky, awkward adolescent! And it has a sophisticated nervous system. And yet we boil it alive. And laugh when it struggles to escape. And the hog and the turkey and the chickens; they can all be boiled alive, just like the lobster, if they miss the knife or the stunner. And they say they scream, and thrash about in the scalder, and their eyes pop out of their heads.

These gentle creatures suffer. They suffer every minute. Of every day. And all this I did not know. I did not know it. And I never thought to look. And it is a horror. And an abuse. To not care. And to treat a life as worthless. And how soon? I am wondering how soon before the first animal or egg factory; it opens in a space station. And on another planet.