A walkway connects the front garden, where the leaking air conditioning is propped upWith the soaking quarto of my heart. You are making bar syrup from your bottomless eyes--
Exotic fruit. Overhanging a fountain, green-flecked frogs, where a child plays, I see this moment
Is strained into frosted glass, that is, the moment we are not getting it. Retreating to Flame trees
Foreign arms, falling on faraway paths, and the soaking quarto I extract is bottomless, before my eyes.
This is our Book of Days, and your beaded collar, with warm gray-green tones, wrought the weight
Of a hand around my neck. The moment you are not getting me, hence the retreat to flame trees
Lining an avenue, and with not just women we are speaking of. Anyone confers the space to spread out
And create, and these are our outward views on both sides of the house, which wrought the weight
Of years. Admirably composed, with each abandoned prize, we grow absolutely buried in, or cocooned?
It was like going back in time, when we walked into the house, but improved with the space to spread out.
Of a hand around my neck. The moment you are not getting me, hence the retreat to flame trees
Lining an avenue, and with not just women we are speaking of. Anyone confers the space to spread out
And create, and these are our outward views on both sides of the house, which wrought the weight
Of years. Admirably composed, with each abandoned prize, we grow absolutely buried in, or cocooned?
It was like going back in time, when we walked into the house, but improved with the space to spread out.
In our handmade house, a hand gages the trident points--in an umbrella stand, of course--of some sea king
Trawling with a rusted hulk, and these thoughts lure me out of the reverie, and your breath, that cocoons me.
A serpent power is awakened again, I find, in austerities, literally weeping out impurities you always suspect,
Tainting the vision of our Floss Silk Tree shading the afternoon. I try to frame the cycle's geometry, the sea king
Salt-ragged, septic to all concerned, nevertheless fills my thoughts. I do not like moving furniture in this room.
Your subtle body slinks sideways, through French doors, colors my thoughts, Kundalini, of other hedges, too.
For one constant, she sleeps at the base of the spine, and undergoes combustion of the same suspected impurities
Clouding our true reflections, and making something very unique in this room. So, it affords another sight-seeing trip.
Also in this chakra recoils the creature I gave to you, sapped the seed, and in the clutch of your fingers, uprooted to life.
For one constant, I must know you. Sleep at the base of my spine, undergoing combustion of the same impurities,
Your subtle body slinks sideways, through French doors, colors my thoughts, Kundalini, of other hedges, too.
For one constant, she sleeps at the base of the spine, and undergoes combustion of the same suspected impurities
Clouding our true reflections, and making something very unique in this room. So, it affords another sight-seeing trip.
Also in this chakra recoils the creature I gave to you, sapped the seed, and in the clutch of your fingers, uprooted to life.
For one constant, I must know you. Sleep at the base of my spine, undergoing combustion of the same impurities,
To burst into exotic fruit. And overlooking a rock fountain, green-flecked frogs, I, at one moment, I thought I would
Leave, with everybody wanting a piece, but I noted in the lotus, with their water-lily-like flowers, the creature you made,
And a walkway connects. The front garden, where the leaking air conditioning is propped up, is waiting for you, some Wednesday, baby, when you can take an extra half-hour.
Leave, with everybody wanting a piece, but I noted in the lotus, with their water-lily-like flowers, the creature you made,
And a walkway connects. The front garden, where the leaking air conditioning is propped up, is waiting for you, some Wednesday, baby, when you can take an extra half-hour.
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Yes. I was anticipating you, even when I had no idea that procaine is biotransformed to PABA.
http://www.musee-orsay.fr/en/collections/works-in-focus/photography.html?no_cache=1&zoom=1&tx_damzoom_pi1%5BshowUid%5D=123157
This is from 26 December 2009, which was drafted, and brought to the front of the ream.
I already have considered holidays that are meaningful to all. You will never hear or see me spoil them for you. I am spending December in silent observance and the later part of the month with family.
You understand that I will never meet the definition of a Jewish woman because I was born in a state of impurity. There is probably low motivation to convert a person like me because I am at the end of my reproductive years (my mother was menopausal at 51), and my intended partner is not a convert. I accept this.
I persist for my next life. It is not something I have to explain or persuade others to follow.
The dairy farm we visited today used a herringbone milking parlor.
Very implementable. All of the cows were pets, who came up to kiss you on the mouth. The granny cow was 18 before she was sent off owing to her osteoarthritis and growing inability to stand. The largest issue was disposing of the manure of 350 cows, which was agitated in a cement enclosure and broadcast according to environmental quality standards.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7117046/
https://themicrodairy.com/herringbone-milking-parlor/
An evolving notion might be that I am making sustained progress toward understanding and accepting the obligations of Jewish life. The progress is sustained and steady, and I will find a shul at the right time. I do not need to create needless conflict with others at a different point on their journey.
The point of being scattered among nations is to bring all closer. Kiruv, קירוב, signifies "to bring close" and this was initially undertaken by Avraham who heard and understood at forty. Some jews go through the motions and conform to their societal expectations, and if that was my case, I would still want to understand and keep growing.
Ohr lagoyim.
The milking parlor was like this, which could accommodate ten cows. They stepped in a disinfectant foot bath prior to milking. In that case, the girl with a degree in dairy science had to quality control her samples in the refrigerated room next door in order to resolve the acceptable ppm of bacteria for the milk truck. If the ppm was too high, they would dispose of the milk on site
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uj7_dauoINk&pp=ygUYY293cyBpbiBtaWxraW5nIHBhcmxvdXIg
https://aish.com/who_is_a_mamzer/
Not quite the situation described here, but my biological father was married, and I was born in the same year as his son.
It did not help that I glanced at this yesterday:
https://books.google.com/books?id=R6nKEAAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=Nuclear+War:+A+Scenario:+Setsuko+Thurlow&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjXkoOeuKOGAxXP48kDHc4FCnsQ6AF6BAgGEAM#v=onepage&q=Nuclear%20War%3A%20A%20Scenario%3A%20Setsuko%20Thurlow&f=false
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ymOHtkxCeiVcUDxJZFQmotVsa2Aod8t7/view?usp=drivesdk
I want to say something about stonewalling, about self-protective disengagement, we take turns in committing. The first step in rectifying that is showing up, which I cannot do today.
I have no regrets about seeing Alien: Romulus, yesterday. The Alien, which parasitizes humans, is the evil inclination. It is terrifying, the confrontation with the seeds of one's actions, which remerge in perverse, destructive incarnations
I saw my niece and nephew, and we cleared the air, just before they go to school. Hopefully, Twenty will go to nursery school soon.
The setting was third place on a Sunday evening.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CFCry9_1aH0vwJKaQbOGJoQ2HbJAPTD0/view?usp=drivesdk
David was rumored to be a mamzer, the eighth child born of a maidservant because Yishai (Jesse) doubted his status as a descendant of the Moabite, Ruth. To rectify the father's illegitimacy as a Jew, he sought a lower caste woman with full-status to father this eighth son. David was rejected by his family, and sent outside to herd sheep.
Devarim 23:2 states that those born of a forbidden union cannot enter the Assembly. Men who damage their reproductive organs, likewise.
David's son, Solomon, was the mamzer of Batsheva, and the prophet Nathan rebuked him for it. He repented, and he was forgiven by Hashem.
This week, the 44th week, of the Perek Shira attributed to David declares a truth from the creeping creatures. Due to their extreme humility, they are fruitful.
One is not stating that one can approach this spiritual level, but we were born into these circumstances to perfect our characters.
I found this, yesterday. I thought, since we are avoiding adultery on the Mid-Atlantic, perhaps the models hail from Wisconsin?
https://www.publishersweekly.com/978-0-394-56200-1
https://www.google.com/books/edition/Time_s_Arrow/k3LkTqYK7hYC?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=Maybe%20love%20will%20be%20like%20driving.%20When%20people%20move%E2%80%94when%20they%20travel%E2%80%94they%20look%20where%20they%E2%80%99ve%20come%20from%2C%20not%20where%20they%E2%80%99re%20going.&pg=PT31&printsec=frontcover
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5H-9EEqPHc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4WTLIWYvoY
I thought about Cory Doctorow's Walkaway (2017) for a moment as a novel of ideas about walking away from Default reality. I do not contemplate this in my IRL. Anyone whose neologism becomes the American Dialect Society's word of the year in 2023 has a bit to say about the phenomena nesting our experience.
We engage online like an alternative to the Default.
Off Sunday 9/22 through 9/25, where I will watch and take notes from the cardio bootcamp.
Correction: David was rumored to be a mamzer, the eighth child born of a maidservant because Yishai (Jesse) doubted his status as a descendant of the Moabite, Ruth. To rectify the father's illegitimacy as a Jew, Yishai* sought a lower-caste woman with full-status with whom to father* this eighth son. David was rejected by his family, and sent outside to herd sheep.
https://books.google.com/books?id=WhcqEAAAQBAJ&pg=PP47&dq=The+World+According+to+Color+%22Marnie%27s+childhood+home+in+Baltimore%22&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiatL2SxtaIAxX5KVkFHWPHHtwQ6AF6BAgGEAM#v=onepage&q=The%20World%20According%20to%20Color%20%22Marnie's%20childhood%20home%20in%20Baltimore%22&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=GV4oDwAAQBAJ&pg=PT94&dq=dalet+david&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiQ46TZxtaIAxVoEGIAHebzDtwQ6AF6BAgJEAM#v=onepage&q=dalet%20david&f=false
I had Tehillim 124 and 99 to read after Saturday. Working on the modules m ow.
*Now
Excluding subclavian artery stenosis or aortic dissection, a 15 mmHg difference in systolic pressures between arms is a red flag. Learned in Cardionurse lectures.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4066378/#:~:text=In%20a%20fully%20adjusted%20model,%25%20CI%200.93%E2%80%932.18).
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