When ever I find myself laying out the vitamins, I think of The Legendary Pink Dots' sonic amazements. And then my rosy, sublingual B12 chewable takes on a much more literal form: it comprises part of an aportioned mineral-dirt for a pica. I like to say that my fixation with supplements is to promote evermore-effective catabolism. That is to say, I am dosing myself with pinches of magic dust to draw out the spectral bands of each nutrient...or whatever drops into the steaming, black half-pot of coffee I take with my morning bits of Scientific America online and occultist claptrap (each has the same bearing).
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.
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
Selfish Mistress by Raymond A. Foss
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 –
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 –
The Law?
Lines drawn
Interests at bay
Chaos and retribution
Much to lose
Or already lost
Lines drawn
Interests at bay
Chaos and retribution
Much to lose
Or already lost
12 comments:
http://brainwashed.com/common/htdocs/discog/sol50.php?site=lpd08
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
My conclusion is that it is not worth pursuing. The means are out of reach. I cannot squander the days I have left. Recall the meme, picture of a wheelchair with the caption, "making the best of what's left."
"Emotional regulation becomes harder in spring because the rapid circadian disruption of lengthening days degrades sleep and the neurological resources for deliberate emotional modulation. Both spring-pattern seasonal affective disorder and subclinical seasonal mood instability are real and common. The solution is not to wait for summer stability but to actively support regulation capacity: stabilizing sleep timing, managing light exposure, reducing competing demands, and building practical regulation skills."
https://www.doctronic.ai/blog/emotional-regulation-why-your-moods-feel-harder-to-manage-in-spring/
Post a Comment