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Probably with the most evilest of laughs!
89,000 gold nuclei per second.
Sounds medieval:knowledge and enquiry
based on ancient findings. Findings learned from
Latin and Greek Natural Scientist.
Medieval scientific knowledge and enquiry
precious metal gold was a dream of
medieval alchemists.
Instead of focusing on fixing individual parts,
systemic thinking looks at how everything
in a system is connected.
Have the Mad Scientist of our past made a comeback
through channeling into the souls of these men?
Are they wicked for achieving what Madmen
had tried to achieve for centuries?
Soliste in the power of invention.
Colliding beams of lead
short-lived gold ions.
refine particle-accelerator residue
lead is a very difficult element to make
lose protons and for it to lose 3 of them
to change it into gold requires huge
amounts of energy
These Men are either wise or Mad!
hematite, a iron oxide mineral
found on Mars might have inspired this Madness!
Their are no confirmed evidence of gold on Mars
surface
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Romantic Meal
12 fried zucchini fries
12 eggplant fries
2 cups of brown ground pork
2 cups grated mozzarella
3 cups of tomato's sauce
sauteed onions and garlic
1/4 parmesan cheese
sauteed green bell peppers
sauteed mushrooms
pizza dough
deep dish casserole pan
1 teaspoon of anchovie fillets
1/2 chopped ham
1-2 cups of béchamel sauce
in dish layer dough.
add béchamel sauce top with ham
fried veggies and sauteed veggies
(add fresh basil & Oregano
leaves)
or sprinkle dried basil and oregano
add pareseam
top with tomato sauce mixed with
pork
top with mozzarella and bake
until golden brown serve with
a sald french fries and beer
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Spartiti di scene d'opera
Act One: "They spoke of Marrage"
Music and lyric pre-prosody,
Notebook Scribed bu Thetis
Song by Muses and Orpheus
of Up- A Beautiful Bandit Music Co.
May it be neither a masculine-coded or feminine coded subject.
Her Marriage to Hephaestus; would be either ludus or sternious.
Often a misogamist, with a foundational support from her
misogamist friends. Withholding support, they meet and speak
with a person and there other in mind. Often these people mix-up
misogamist and misogynist; they differ but; when the fusion of the two
happens it can be disastrous. Smart people neither do either and stray
from both. Clalleging ingrained behaviors and respecting women
can help. Supporting people decision on marrage can help.
But educating people about being meddlsome can also help.
The Chaos can be avoided.cacophony,m is novel in film production
and play's the scripted drama is entertaining it should be avoided at all cost in
ones life. Irregular rythmns should be detected by love one's and freinds. Seeing things
in the support of your family member, is wise not taking the side of the other.
Misandry and misogynist are equally unhealthy and are not ways to be.
"Sereno de Placido"
Written by: Vago E. Palese
( a mythical adventer)
There once was a tiny squirrel named Tim
who practiced Tai Chi with great Zen.
He gathered a troupe~
a pint-sized nutty group~
three fluff-tailed apprentices and then…
They donned little leaf-green attire,
stitched snug with twig-threaded fire;
each jacketlet swayed
as their movements displayed
a woodland-born martial desire.
With belts made of braided vine-twine,
they cinched their small uniforms fine;
each buckle was crowned
with an acorn they’d found~
a medallion of mastery’s sign.
They circled in synchronized flow,
soft paws in a forest bungalow;
their medals clicked light
as they moved through the rite~
a jade-tinted tai-chi tableau.
In Earth's future Golden Age,
during Her time of Gaia Polyamorous,
thou shalt become reborn
Not solely known as soulless Ancestors,
transported here
as Earth's lonely Passion Singing Species,
whose reweaving warps and wars take place
only on sacred dance floor space
A natural neurosensory race
toward matriarchally enlightened
pan-enthusiastic empowerment.
Sage musicians
known for Gaia's highest and best use
of non-abuse,
co-infested Taoist Real-Woke Estates
Wu-Wei wondering
why bodhisattva children have been left
unsafe and bereft
Suffering for capital sins
of Straight White Patriarchs
not quite monotheistically blessed enough
from zealous toxic dregs
of thine owned Anthropocene
idolatrous image.
Not sufficient gratitude
for positive neurosystemic attitude
blessed by Love Song sacraments
designed by WaterBearers
PreGaian Peace Warriors
poor in herstoric spirit
wistfully disinheriting caste-preserving sins
of non-womanist failure
to follow Truth and Beauty balance
Success in leading
LeftBrain-RightWing systemic
neuro-sexsensory
polyculturally inter-religious
intelligence
Without Historical Stage
capitalized credentials,
Win/Win compassionately amusing
Gaian Pleasure's Sun
Of crucifying crosses
bearing dispassionate sins
of unpleased
Straight White Western Patriarchs
Who would rather fight
to win peace
than sing resonant Love Songs
Dance Lust Longs
to belong more resiliently impassioned
Universal Crowns
Sweaty salvation
for bodhisattva Gaian Goddesses
Unitarian Roots
co-redeeming
EarthTribe's sacred psalms,
indigenous proverbs
rooted in sacred animus
crowned by organic animation
While sacred musing
Gaia's stirring organic musicians
Singing Species songs.
Mr Chi they call me
I'm the boss you see
I maybe small
But I feel 10 feet tall
I sleep all day and night too
Every little noise I'll alert you
Hear that cat a mile away
Love to chase it and play
Other dogs how dare they be
I'm a proper dog can't they see
Internal clock says it's walkies time
Nose is ready to smell things devine
Love my food could eat all day
Overweight, I heard the vet say
Love my mum to bits
Protect and guard her wherever she sits
I'm a little stubborn so they say
Only do things my way
Tummy tickles my favourite thing
Doggy heaven it sends me in
Biggest bark you will ever hear
O yes did I say I like beer
I'm a Chihuahua through and through
Loving, loyal, and playful too
Back to sleep it's been a while
Mr Chi will make you smile
Your skin glows like the pears,
blossoms solemn as the old rose
in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice
and leaps like a bird at the whisper of your name, Chi.
The evening ascends in on a great peacock wing.
I am calmed by your toxedo
that I carry into the twilight of boardwalkbeams
and hold next to my arms.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my lips falls from my vest, it reminds me of your paradise.
In the hushed, I listen for the last rock music of the spring.
My heated eyes leaps to my dress.
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret Cafe
so that we may embrace as one, eyes to eyes,
in search of the glorious black and spiritual Adonis of love.
2025.03.06
Dear God,
I humbly kneeled in front of you.
Please blessed and protected me.
I have lived many years,
Why did I develope this feelings?
To someone who had heart of coals.
I wished I could resolve and remove,
All the emotional pain,
And stick to my single life's plan.
Tomorrow will be another day again,
From sun rises to sun sets.
All I want is to remember how to forget,
That would be the best solution.
Time will pass and heal all wounds.
But how soon, indeed how soon.
There was a saying in one of my language,
To an old husband, young wife was liked heaven.
To an old wife, young husband meant payments.
Amen.
Troi cao co thau,
Cuoi xin nguoi ban phuoc cho doi con.
Qua bao tuoi doi.
Moi gap duoc nguoi minh men yeu.
Thuong nho yeu chieu.
Nho nhung doan truong xot da,
Uoc gi co the to ra,
Dem long nho thuong nguoi dan nuoc la,
Roi thoi gian cung se troi qua
Moi tinh lan dan suot cuot doi ta.
Trot yeu nguoi khong yeu minh
Chi la gay dan cuoc tinh gian do.
Yeu chi cho kho doi ta.
Co le minh pham kiep dao hoa.
Co ngay no se troi qua
De duoc song mot minh thoi tha.
Chong gia vo tre la tien
Chong tre vo gia la tien bo ra
the blogger
is the wretched chicken
laying an asteroid.
the city dweller
is the self identifying
contagious forlorn.
he strives
for the praise.
he strives
for a masterpiece.
he is
in fact
a ruffian.
the breasts
of equality
the jaw of
rebellion.
the revolutionary
spark plug.
the YES MAN!
in this world,
when you are left to the bone.
no one wants to hear your
********.
the bull*****baths
of selfless,
powerless,
diminishment
of a character.
they would always
rather have the hero.
the self rising dough.
the collegiate fortune hunter.
they say "JUMP!
misery will pull you down!"
way down.
the feel of a fine wine glass.
you hold its hollow delicateness.
the heart.
contract and expand.
up and down we go.
from filth to pristine sterility.
'tis better to have a hen tomorrow
than an egg today.
B-52: a city on its own.
You mess with us, we’ve got technology.
I loved it when we flew into the zone:
as Ernie said, “We’ll kill ’em till they’re free.”
My job? To watch the black cascade of death
and myriad explosions in the woods:
Louisiana lilt – “You hold your breath,”
that’s Ernie’s voice – “delivering the goods!”
The pretty serpentine of falling bombs
that seemed to slither through the virgin air
distracted me from pilot intercoms,
and radar monitors’ unblinking glare.
We didn’t think – I only speak for me –
you’d have to ask my buddies on the crew,
if any made it out – of those VC,
or what our “dirty chemicals” might do
to people down below. We went along
with what they told us, Audie Murphy-like.
Neil Armstrong was, to us, just one word – “strong”.
And dinks and gooks could go and take a hike.
That lunar surface. Nothing down there moved.
“I guess they won’t be planting no more rice,”
- that’s Ernie. Our sophistication proved,
we sang the Sound of Music (Edelweiss).
By accident, I saw a TV Show
last week, some fancy name, “Unceasing Toil”,
about those peasants. Watching HBO
is not my thing. It said we wrecked their soil
and killed their trees. Who, me? I don’t know squat.
The gorgeous nebula when napalm bursts
is fun from up on high. I’ll tell you what.
Phosphorus bombs beat all your Damien Hirsts.
A Question of Chi…
I see. A man once known to me,
By the name of G.
His Madness,
On my Path.notes,
So float in my mind.
Playful and kind,
His voice on the wind…
Passed his Way on April's day.
I read the headline say...
With an ache and a chill,
I read, his heart was still…
S’okay, my mind say…
His voice has come this way….
Soke. A Do.
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"...I left you my Lotus, Lion.Ness..."
What do I ride and who do I see.
Spyder come by to sit with me.
Gord.So guard I'll be.
On.to the Wind,
In the Guardian Sea.
Are you courting insanity...
Or is that just Me?
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