
In another formulation, vitamins can be construed as fertilizer spikes: jabbed into the root-bound houseplants we've become. We are supplemented because we are sickly, twisting beneath a drapery curtain in a ten-year-old pot of Earth. Just imagine the delivery of a what is to be converted into a sugary spangle into every corridor of your cellulistic selves.
Just before the bathroom mirror, when I brush my teeth, I am really scouring the slime layer accumulated overnight with a host of diatoms that once shimmered in an abyss. I've come to appreciate the post-apocalyptic version of The Legendary Pink Dots even in the smaller doses I take.
Proposed stained-glass

Hours per credit
Eat my life
Sunny days indoors
Reading, writing, digesting
Old brain
Slow reader
Applying principle
To facts
Distinguishing, analogizing
Preparing for Debate, dialogue
Learning
Tension, choices
1 or 0
On/off
Selfish
Me or Her –
Lines drawn
Interests at bay
Chaos and retribution
Much to lose
Or already lost




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La!
http://www.flytrapcare.com/carnivorous-plant-blog/blogger/Matt/
Exercise 91.
I like the Raymond A. Fosse poem, the work of one from the Granite state.
In my trouve avant de chercher travels, I found a first edition, ex-library copy of the Baltimore County Randallstown Area branch, Dead-Eye Dick (1982) next to a double-disc Polydor repressing of Layla and other assorted love songs by Derek and the Dominos (1970).
I like both, a lot, but when Eric goes on an inspired riff it sputters out. Most of his songs on this album could be cut five minutes.
https://www.google.com/amp/s/first-draft.com/2014/04/23/album-cover-art-wednesday-layla-and-other-assorted-love-songs-2/amp/
https://www.chabad.org/library/bible_cdo/aid/16261/showrashi/true/jewish/Chapter-40.htm
I passed out in rounds today with an orientee. Very embarrassing. In front of my boss, his boss, everyone. I was hypotensive, diaphoretic, and with a blood sugar of 78 mg/dL, which is normal for me between meals.
I am now in the ratchet/wretched ED waiting room, not by choice, waiting for my labs and urinalysis to cook with an eighteen-gauge in my left ac.
No CT of the head. I didn't fall. My ekg is normal. My blood pressure is normal. I am going to be paying for this expedition with our insurance. Bollocks.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hOxdrGXCl50o8s6WgjZzGpFNpu7H9k1A/view?usp=drivesdk
I cashed myself out at three hundred dollars, and a recommendation to follow up with my GP.
The cure for this situation, unclear.
https://www.sefaria.org/Psalms.90.10?lang=bi&with=all&lang2=en
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