четверг, 02 декабря 2010
00:28

_dream & death

it must be so relaxing - not being me
She was beautiful with her blond woolly hair, big blue eyes, bright plump lips and marine name. She has just fallen asleep and hasn't just woken up. So they say it might have been a heard attack but that this was nothing to do with her twenty two, or one, or tree, i've never wondered. I can remember several moments of my admiring her.
She was beautiful, she had plans and parties and youth and... It would be rightly for me to die instead of her, i've been asking for this happy chance for at least four years, i ask every night. It's abnormal to mix abstract sorrow and concrete envy in a such way, i realize. I've been told in childhood justice can hardly be the right lone of thought at such occasions. I've thought capacity to admire with even or especially being completely detached seems not entirely suitable to absolute asexuality.
But she was beautiful. And it is unfairly. And it worth more then "heard" and shruging and won't cause more. And it should be me undoubtedly being unable to see her almost stranger further life current not vice versa.
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пятница, 26 ноября 2010
16:34

it must be so relaxing - not being me
Tea with apple pie and unleavened oatcakes accordingly. Midnight. Snowing.
- And why?
He wondered, if i understood anything in my internal causes. I hoped, he wouldn't ask.
The problem doesn't occur as answer's being absent, the problem is plenty answers, i've. Let me make a list for clarity and pithiness to be reached.
- Unless my being able to imagine your smirk my existence is worthless. Conditional clauses, type "0", established facts, an universal truth.
- Without you my life would be just a pale reflection of the foreigner love. The most flawless phrase writer could create.
- If you were not existed, i... i... i would not exist too. The main thing children should learn from cartoons.
...
He wouldn't let, he's waiting for one answer, just one, with tension being obvious due to he keeps a silence and appears absolutely detached.
- Have you ever hear the story about Blue Cinderella? All this "children won't understand" and "I don't see the line, I don't see the sense, I generally see poorly during the day"... Haven't you? It's fine, i'll tell...
I see an awful mistake i've done. It's impossibly to guess, which casual fact will give him a fright and get defensive that moment. But i should have guessed.
- OK, tell me the truth, tell me you've been told I'm a reticent egoist , an iceberg, a pococurante...
- No, just the story i've promised, don't you remember?
- What... you fucking irony... you fucking calm...
- I've been told you have feelings under the guise of arrogance in contrary to me, with both thing making you unbearable.
Pause.
- They were definitely right.
Pause.
- I'm feeling it like happiness. Would you like one more piece of pie?
- What?
Always this suspicious tone.
- Apple...
- ... obviously...
- and your present irrational unexplainable passion instead of absent mine. And it's too...
- It isn't, surely.
- It is. Surely.
Touching a faint smile. The best impression of the week.

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воскресенье, 21 ноября 2010
20:35

_fussion & fission

it must be so relaxing - not being me
So, i've changed the gas cylinder in base burner myself, first time.
While staying alone in stuffy lab all day, stroking the frame of microscope with fingers tips from time to time, looking in fluorescent gray surfaces truthful light of phase contrast, jangling with glass capillary, scalpels and felt-tips, i used to be concentrated and brave with my proposed activities being dangerous and physically hard being not essential.
I went across blank November tracks with in buthan cylinder in package to be utilized, i was thinking about the aim for men to exist. It was funny to realize, there is no such, while walking in slim shirt out of size with cold wind blowing and sky being milky white. Inexorable circumstances, i used to call them "funny". Funny coldness, funny pain, fanny scalds, funny drowsiness, funny fatigue, funny impassibility, funny defectiveness, funny schizophrenia...

Perhaps, some more funny stories from casual life.

Close little dark room with look on the door. Strange rhythmic sounds. Periodic groans. Concentration. Despair. Air with chemical smell.
The head of neighboring department is entering confidently.
- Ohh, I was sure you to be there alone and bored, professor, but you are here with a girl.
- Yehh, we are here.
I don't enjoy being interrupted, so nobody can do it. They are talking, i'm going on.
Another interrupting factor, another professor. Do they realize the sense of term "intimate atmosphere"?
- What you are making your girl to do?
- Yes, we do have such girls. With fretsaw.
I'm siting and sawing patiently and carefully resin blocks. Cancerogenic resin shaving and dust. Rhythmic rasp sound.
Even third professor asking about the same doesn't worry me. They are walking, talking, smoking, burring, slamming the door. I'm sawing, looking sullenly, answering politely "no-sir-not-the-wood-yes-sir-the-fixation-yes-sir-the-EM". The head of department is taping something in statistic table. Peaceful coexistence in den with odor of the self-made photofixator despite my i prefer spend time alone in such way.
East or west solitude is best.

The phone is ringing. One. Two. Tree. Five.
I'm not a secretary. I'm busy. I do hate phone conversations with definitely sociopathic constance.
Twelve. And nobody is around. Ok.
- The IVZ department. Good morning. I'm listening to you.
- Hi, it's ***, I haven't heard an alarm clock signal, so, I'll come in twenty minutes, so.
It means in forty, surely.
- I'll convey the information, thank you.
- Tell students to be ready with binoculars, you know, and animals, so.
It means insects in spirit, glycerol and alkaline.
- Don't worry, sir, there are not too much...
- There should be about four, or five, or six.
There are two, or two, or two. Definitely. Precisely.
- I'll do, be sure. Good buy.
Good night and good luck. So, i'm going to tell my colleges about necessarily for objects, equipment and six subjects to be prepared. They'll be fascinated by last order especially.

Another ring. Two. Four. Seven.
Oh, damn social responsibility.
- The IVZ department. Good morning. I'm listening to you.
- Hello, it's ***. Is *** here?
He is. And he doesn't want to talk to you trice a day, as you do.
- No, he isn't, unfortunately.
- He might have had now...
Bla-bla-bla, three minutes to be contradicted.
- ... so, i should recommend you to call back later.
- Hmm. And who is here?
I'm enumerating with brief, complete and polite characteristics and listening extensive comments. All of them.
- And who are you?
Bla-bla-bla, with approving silence as universal answer for all senseless associations.
- So, I'll recall, good luck.
- Thank you very much. Good buy.
Of course, she'll. Three times accurately with unpleasant scandal at last.

Personal communications are supposed to be more adequate then virtual. Biases are everywhere.
- Hey, is it BF department?
- No, it's IVZ department. What...
- Ohh, no! And where is BF? You should know, we were told it to be there.
- It isn't there. You should go down and outdoor and forward across the gallery and it should be the door and it should be signed as...
- Ohh, we have been told!
- No, we haven't! Hey, we need a key from it, have you comprehended? Is key from BF here?
- No, it's IVZ. You may ask...
- We need! We've come from suburb! Will you give us a key from BF?
Obviously. They suppose it to be killer argument and they don't care they don't know where their desirable target is.
- No, it's IVZ. You may...
- Oh, buy.
And WTF? What the dawn laundry mem? No comments. Look at my mad society, Dr. Horrible. You were entirely right.

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00:47

it must be so relaxing - not being me
An ordinal mad day. So, i'm sitting in cramped bus in company of dozen of ordinary worried unsensitive people, looking actually ot across, but at the misted glass, with asphalt road and and low lead sky being monochrome. My brain realizes the board between them mostly speculatively due to pure logic and erudition. Or biases, according to him. Despite felling like sleeping and periodical falling asleep.
So, i'm sitting arm in arm with ultratome and thinking about philological distance between pain and ache with an issue being illustrated by experimental data of current temporal and occipital pulsation.
So, i'm listening to regular narcissistic monologue with politically nodding. Pulling huge boxes. Cutting fingers with glasses to be washed. Overturning camera and lenses. Everything you want etc, life like a song. Plenty of urgent plans i don't like but do have.
Fatigue. Headache. Self-sustainability. Silence. Painful boots heels-hells.
To have an incredible hard weekday i need just not more than... yehh, mobile phone ringing. I have managed to reach the final point of my bad trip, the main gate.
- Yehh, i'm listening to you.
I'm always telephoning in a such way, with saying firstly "yes" before request essence identification and without looking for interlocutor name.
Noise. Sob. Too familiar for my imagination.
- I'm listening.
Rapid breathing.
- Listening. Talk, please.
- Comeherefasterineedhelpdoyouheardoyouhearme?!
Strangled whisper. His being choking with shallow breathing wakes me up at the moment.
- Listen to me. Please breath easy. Inhale. Exhale.
I'm going faster and speaking calming, despite of obvious understanding nothing about this situation.
- Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. One more time. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. That's right. Now tell me, what's the deal.
- I... I'm... in... this place. Come. Here. And. Help. Me. Immediately.
Clenched teeth.
- Are you in danger?
- I. Am. In. Trouble.
- Where are you in trouble?
- Idon'tknowwhereyoustupididiotcomehereand...
- Hash. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. You can do it yourself.
Obedient noise inhalation.
- Can you describe this place?
- Wind. Stuffy. People. Damn crowd of people are around. Voices. Grimaces. Smells. Ican'tstand...
- You can. Please. What can you say about walls?
- Wight. Corrugated. V-vile.
- Thank you, it's very useful. What about ceiling?
- The same.
- Is the floor granitic or marble?
- Howcouldyouguessmyfuckingodcomefaster...
- Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.
I'm running through the dark embankment. Gasping. Rain. Wight asphalt fumes are rising from fresh still pavement. I'm listening to his sobs with all this fumes being not really touch me.
- Come. Please. Help. Me.
- Keep calm.
An nervous snicker with sob. Spasmodic surface breathing.
- Impossibly.
- You are coping with it right now. You are fine.
- Not actually, I'm afraid. I t-tried... but... don't stop-p talking, I need...
- Just breath. Don't look. Can you express?
The whistling sob seems to be almost helpless.
- Threaten. Uncertainly. Everywhere. Too much to be ignored or p-prepared with detached analysis. Date. Storm. Frightful.
Plaintively, with pronounced tears of panic and despair.
- I got so many names, let Lucifer Longtail suffice, so many faces, so many devices in the sweet smile of the talk-show host to the suicide celebrity ghost... Have i caught?
- How could you...
- Your hints, surely.
- I haven't...
- Mental, i mean.
- I don't understand. I сan't realise. Don't stop talking. I seems to fell better while listening...
What can i talk about? I'm the person who always takes from number of pieces in breadbasket the musty one, with other commensal becoming saved from such dangerous disappointment.
- I. Can't. Breath. Here. Please.
- Keeping calm, let me recall.
- Tell it one m-more... time. Pleaseohpleaseineed...
I'm the person always flees for help from one intermediate needy to another with final point being his ordinal requirement of milk transferring or something like this and who doesn't learn anything, entirely like mother of boy-with-wolfs. Now i'm running pacifying carefully the mobile phone not because i've recognized the difference between current and casual situation, but because difference doesn't touch me.
- Inhale. Exhale. You are fine. Do you see the ladder?
- P-perharps.
- Four must be. So, come, please, i'm looking for you.
- Can't. Am I...
Faint tremulous breath.
- No, surely, you aren't. I just wanted to note you to do everything fine. Perfectly. Unpretentious. Beyond praise. Outstandingly. Please, open your eyes.
Нe's breathing slowly and looking at me, a bit out of focus, it seems to me. And i seem to be close to happiness while measuring his pulse and gasping. And acute fatigue does exist. And it does not matter.
- So... you've come. What will you do now? Don't ask me about...
- Do you actually suppose, i'm going to? I'm not interested in explanation, obviously. I'm known to hate football.
Not running in heels. Let it be so. Right choices, fatally and uniquely, as i've told. And singed "your Gerd, your Wendy, your Jane, your trouble-proof person-who-can-stay-in-metro-alone".
- You don't want to go across the crowd, do you? Then, let's wait for them to go out, they look like rushing to match. Sit, please. You hand, please. Give them a quarter of hour.
- Boooring. Tell me something interesting.
Your patient wikipedia. Demanding tone, my lovely. Plans for the evening deserves no mercy. Bang, headshot. Masochistic satisfaction as a respectable final point for current Saturday. Forgive me for denominative sentences.
- Due to human eye sensibility being definitely adaptively higher in green diapason of the wave length scale, from 500 to 565 nm, i mean...

@музыка: Yoav - Adore, Adore

@настроение: slowly sedation

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пятница, 12 ноября 2010
23:11

_brand & new

it must be so relaxing - not being me
- Planar intercalation is a first excellent way to elongate something. When you have a round fetus and need to make a long one.
No oral objections, let me guess and refute them firstly. Of course we have the second excellent way and we should be appreciated properly with this treasure.
- A confocal microscope. This is dispersed before the hole, this strikes the iron.
Shit happens. Miserably. Confocal microscope.
- An monster trochophore, a digital trochophore.
Nice to meet you.
- Cells are holeless banks. Proteinase K corrects it.
I'm not a killer, i'm just correcting nature mistakes, what's problem?
*cough*
- Damn mines!
Isinglass-stone and uranium from Kartesh, am i raght? The same.
- If head is bone, it's easier to tighten the hat then to bend the skull.
Be intelligent and effective to manage the gastrulation.
- It looks indecently, like a piece of dough, some strange pits, northing is clear, where is blastopor?
Such a confusing spectacle. Excuse my being not absolutely convincing, i'm too tired to blush.
- Let's look briefly in Nematostella fragmentation - embryos pulsate, fall off in pancake, expend into sphere. So they have finished also with gastrulation, spining cheerfully.
The most important process of your life is neither birth, no death, no marriage, but gastrulation. Lewis Wolpert.
- Bottle-cells start to crawl in, to pull pseudopodia, to grasp the blastocoele walls, talking "yuhhh, it's necessary ".
Call of nature in addition to call of duty is unlikely to be ignored, surely.
- The gastrule looks like stone pavement - and the reason is an actin ring, separating the upper part of cell.
Don't you find even perverted colorful metaphors not to be suitable enough to embryology.
- So gays, now we're going to do the back, because I'm a dorsal blastopor lip and I'm telling this to you.
According to Shpemann and followers experiments. No comments, breaking off in reverent fear.
- There are archaeocyts, who can everything or almost, there are hoanocyts, who merely can everything.
Would you mind my translation with animated grammatic? And with humble obeisances, surely.

The heartbreaking story about novel polyp feeding with Artemia:
He's little and evil, he's sallowing it, if he has managed to kill, and he's staying like Quality Mark, with everything inside being an Artemia. "

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четверг, 04 ноября 2010
23:18

it must be so relaxing - not being me
- Current events. I see orthodox retiree and and young nazi holding meeting against tolerance, do you?
I'm answering as quickly as possibly, because i do know all such questions not to be just questions. Nobody knows the impossible gravity of being entirely understanding all this fast moving views, all unspeakable hopes to hear the convincing refutation, all this panic thoughts rising in completely casual occasions. Do you see the same as me, tell me, I'm not running mad alone, it won't be so frightful if we are and are going crazy together. Of course, i'm telling since his fear being a kind of earthquake for me.
- I do. I seem to wait for a meeting against conscience, call of duty or industry to take part in. Can you imagine my participation?
- Plenty of religious pensioners, undersized fascists and single workaholic chanting motto, you in bright scarf warming up your hands by breathing, crazy sparks in your eyes in the middle of crowd hatred fire... No, I can't.
Sitting behind, felling bulging ribs by fixed fingers tips, breathing regularly, watching TV news. An ordinary evening, an ordinary house.
- Annoying pictures. Stupid people. Dull stories. Hmmphh, it's miserably. I can't recognize the sense, can you?
- I can't.
And never to mix up islands and cities we've been taught at school.
- Don't you worry about it?
- I don't.
If you want an answer - i don't know.
- False.
Do i suppose living together with my telepathy practice to be all-right?His look, adderssed to the opposite wall, means this question.
- You mean counterfeit emotions demonstration being tediously and boring to analyze.
I do. It's abnormal, i know. But he's tired and now he needs no nodding, explaining and annoying.
- You are too unobtrusive in order to adore me. How could you understand it?
Trust me, i'm a doctor, and i do know, what i'm doing. I'm snugging and sighing. I'm always doing the right choice. Mint tea, bath and sleeping would be the proper one now.

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_clock & wavefront

it must be so relaxing - not being me
- And here Protostomia falls into Lophotrochozoa and Ecdyzozoa. Well, the desk, I should say!
*being completely agree and taking of my imaginary hat, cylinder at least *
-It's the standard development biology approach: we have found something - well, let's break it!
What a pity, i have another plans for evening.
- This ground is quite slippery and people break a lance with it.
Soil science and art of war are so closely connected.
- And at this moment de Fenetti is entering and saying, he can.
And all we happy for him and his potential.
- Such a fly, it smells the light.
What does it smoke, i wonder? It's likely to be trans-gene construction, no trivial inducible mutagenesis.
- The competence. If you've blocked the transcription factor targets, you may express a signal until the second coming.
Precisely untill, surely.
- Then signal goes to the central neural system, if you were too lucky to have it.
It seems to be, but i'm not entirely sure. Embryology is always making me go mad.
- You're doing fine, come on, we are a parasegment board, give me me more engrailed!
Ohh, this board should be rather masochistic to deal with such sensual orders constantly.
- Bang! - and a neural tube is.
The neuration. Just do it.

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- Nine don't wait for one.
- So, let's not to wait.

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The dramatic story about mono- and polyclonal antibody.

"So u're taking an antigen, injecting a rabbit, plenty of antiboby for different antigen pieces are produced. Then u're decapitating rabbit, taking its blood and obtaining a bank. This are polyclonal. In order to obtain monoclonal it's necessary to make antibody for proper antigen site producing lymphocyte to fuse in hybridom with mutant, in fact cancer cell. It' s somatic hybridization. It's followed by chromosome elimination, and if we are lucky enough, responsible for antibody producing one will remain. Such hybridom is immortal, divides in culture infinitely and even with being producing antibodies.
It's not a reason that monoclonal antibodies being more specific or binding better. U can make frightfully specific polyclonal ones, can work, but with bank becomes empty - and u're in trouble. U need injecting rabbit again. But transgenic hybridom may be freezed, then grown up to the heaven, and it'll produce monoclonal constantly. "


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понедельник, 25 октября 2010
00:23

it must be so relaxing - not being me
Darkness and first snow of current October. Regular Saturday conversation. So casual shouting.
- I need a ....
Chancery tone and my name in the end of arrogant statement.
- I'm too busy, I'm thinking...
Emphatically outstretched hand with palm being turned up.
- I suppose, it should...
And it should touch me, at least, and after then anything else.
- Fucking god, faster...
Are you crying? It's pride! Go to the kitchen!
- And where eventually is...
But i'm in the kitchen yet, and i'm writing and thinking "i" using lowercase. What my sin is?
- Buy the milk, I want to...
Of course, my sin is being not contrite in my sins.
- Oh, should I wait for ages?
I'm running from one room to another with guessed mug, glass capillair, gloves, ax, mobile phone, prints from police, plaid, sneakers, camisole...
- I can't stand your being always busy with your fucking so-called science...
Camisole? Ohh, so conveniently elastic, i should have guessed.
- ... in which you've neither perspectives, no achievements. Shout up, I wonna hear no boring stupid objections!
- What about your recent week? I've had a grueling one.
Finger tips in the shoulders. Quiet breath.
- Would you mind my fastening robe?
- I hate your fucking advices and...
- I know.
Not for that. What should i say? I want to exercise the demons from your past?
- You know... I wanted to tell you...
The alarming inhalation and hearing tensely.
- Please.
- Oh, no, nothing. Forget.
Have i to appear in his dream to hear it? I shall, without any doubts. I'm keeping calm.
Оne minute passing. Ten. Half of an hour. It doesn't matter.
- You are irritatingly patient as if being not a human. How did you manage to cope with it, I wonder.
I'm nodding silently.
- You know... catholic schools...
Slow fingers intertwining.
- Ohh yehh...

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среда, 20 октября 2010
23:59

it must be so relaxing - not being me
- An evolutionary significance of morphogenesis rationalization is embodied in effective construction technology creation. Or one more example. This classification includes contemporary both changes of distinct organs and reciprocal situations of unambiguous connection provoking accordingly discontented remarks as being unbalanced. Or as being stupid, i guessed.
He is observing himself somewhere between boredom and fatigue, so he obviously hates this moment a damn coach, a damn gray twilight, a damn dry air, a damn silence and a damn me equally.
- I don't want to know anything about your unbearable job!
His unbearable my job. Of course, he don't. Perhaps, especially me, i'm afraid to believe in my being an object of such unsurpassed attention. Naturally i've two reasons not to tell him about this strange feeling: i used to be fearless, he used to be insensible. Don't blame habits, they reflect reality as much as...
- Would you like to tell me something about your day?
So soft words. Does he despise me because of reproach absence?
- All they want is just to fuck, rob or kill somebody.
- Will you familiarize us?
He doesn't, i know. By the way unless being fearless it's immensely frightful to be the one who knows, what he does or doesn't, is or isn't.
- It's too difficult.
He's sitting clasping elbows with his hands, speaking quietly, sighing soundlessly as if he hasn't been flouncing and grumbling since he found my audience in the range of access.
- As all and always is. As everything and everywhere.
I don't mean a proper item, but the properest one.

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суббота, 16 октября 2010
22:18

_Cuvier & candle

it must be so relaxing - not being me
- They are strange, botanists, they there give names, based on authors...
Yes, and animals have different types ans different ways, as you've argued above. There is no perfection in this word.
- Different forms, symmetric forms are laid in plants.
And nobody has ever doubt in it.
- Yourselves you are right - look, forms then are different...
Don't blame me, i swear upon my soul, it wasn't i.
- The channels type, the way how they distill... herewhile being spread in continents, seas, australias different, you know...
And asians, and americas, and africas, i'm sorry for my spelling.
- There is a zone somewhere here, and it'll obligatorily give away...
We all are so happy for it's pleasureful faith.
- White, red, green, black, violet, and they are going, and that way.
Yes, no, perhaps, have you any to retort?
- They belonged to Cuvier academy... both Lamer... Lamarck, and Cuvier... and they had to wright kind words about dead... he had match being not converged with him, and firstly Cuvier wrote suchlike, he haven't even been published... and then he dead soon.
Really? It's so sad.
- He had significant tutorials and non-tutorial.
So do i. A cup of coffee?
- The cell organization was created somewhere later by German, and so on...
Could you imagine such stupid proposition? Personally i've never tried.
- "The story of chicken development in the egg", re you enjoying?
Be sure, i'm not scoffing. Karl Baer is.
- "The development scheme isn't something else, then being formed type, and type isn't something else, then the development scheme result ". "The individual development story is the story of development of developing in all aspects individual ".
Definitely is.
- So, where are such things, if they do happen?
*whispering immensely conspiratorially* Thiiing, where are youuu?
- Estimate the translational evolutionary symmetry.
So precisely i'll do.

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@настроение: balanced despair

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пятница, 15 октября 2010
00:07

_happy meal & sad drunk

it must be so relaxing - not being me
- What is necessity of all this intriducted terms such as homologies, analogies, homologies especially... What have we in this word?
Oh, Adolf, you are so Adolf. I'm sorry, of course, you was, herr Remane.
- It's in general being somehow quietly strange...
Have l told about my pure respect for self-criticism? Would you add some much point for black humor sense too?
- If we see something similar in distant objects , being immensely interesting too, if in distant. so this...
Unexpected interruptions can make any speech look surrealistically. By the way some speeches don't need interruptions.
- Mollusca exists, well then, either pond, or marine angel.
And an point in the most right place. Most left, may i add?
- Cuvier had regular Wednesdays.
As for me, i've regular mondays. And theatrically frequent in addition.
- When continents hadn't still departed, there might have been the only Gondwan...
Might not, my casual deja vu. Pangaea might.

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четверг, 14 октября 2010
00:07

_body & mind diclipline

it must be so relaxing - not being me
- ... Heliozoa, and there are also Radiolaria, in them there are the acsopodia surely, which should surely be.
The repetition is the teaching mother.
- Methodology doesn't actually create methods, it just seeks out them (...) Thereby the key method of methodology itself is a critical one. Methodology sensu lata being a part of logic is one of sciences researching human intellection in its highest projections, such as human spirit, in which point resembling gnotheology and providing the source for metaphysics...
With respect for a robust self-criticism.
- Sticky speaking phagocytic are so far sticky speaking absent (...) there are in general, it should be said...
Dialectical and indisputable.
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- ... have a look at the text... at the questions after the text... text, вот ещё какой-то лист, посмотрите...

- Now you can't make ten people to cooperate without using vkontakte.ru. How has Christianity coped with? Really, how has it done this?
I was sitting the first desk and thinking about the majority of ancient terms comprehension complicity being connected with their simultaneously meaning the process and the result, maybe not resulted from this process. Then i realized it correlated with tutor's incompetence rate.
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@настроение: rather hysteric meditation

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вторник, 12 октября 2010
23:32

it must be so relaxing - not being me
- I hate to start the conversation, you know.
It's an unarguable truth - he does hate, i do know. And i can't believe he really has such desire, he must being talking to me, just because i'm here, contrary to anybody else.
- Exrtaordinary people, rate one. A Nobel Prize, economy. Your question.
- You've forgotten about our joint household. Again. Twelfth time at this week.
- You know it not to be the achievement for me.
- It's a Tuesday morning now.
This date have no chance to be interpreted as important information. And i'm always using this word in its absolutely scientific meaning.
- Hmm, I'm not enjoying it. Maybe physics?
- Maybe breakfast?

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_terms & conditions

it must be so relaxing - not being me
While listening the Eary disk being called a fuzziness circle*, i've realized the meaning of term "cultural shock". It happened on Monday morning.
Some other check-points of my unambiguous reality mad tea-drinking:
- Yehh, trample yourself -
- ... belive in Excavata.
Eucaryots phyllogenetic megasystem. Just do it.
- Perhaps, it must have been worse, if somebody had not came at all, hadn't he?
- It would be the worst, if somebody is a serial murder, you know.

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@настроение: fatigue and once more tiredness

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понедельник, 11 октября 2010
20:52

it must be so relaxing - not being me
- Does it hurt?
- It doesn't.
The silence. One of us always generates perfectly predictable answers and doesn't stop in this dangerous pathway. I'm going on and it doesn't matter.
- Would you like a cup of tea?
The sniff. The porcelain tinkling.
- Would you mind my opening the window?
The sniff. Keep the calm and sit next to.
- Are you enjoying a new piece of my lie this evening?
The sniff. It's so funny, isn't it?
- It's...
- I do know, yehh. It's obviously, as one my selfish extraordinary college is always speaking to his victims.
The only one. And i need no using "but".
- It seems to be a reproach according to construction. Do you suppose the complicated sentences juggling being the useful way to understand yourself?
- Does it resemble the choice by chance? Do you suggest the subjunctive mood application suiting you?
- I suggest you having double troubles both with external trust and self-confidence. The war shero vs her complicated problems, round one, with the anticipatory tickets reservation being desirable.
I should ask, if he's interested in my problems. I should wait for an answer. I won't, however predictable may it be.
Keep the calm. Silence without any threatens seems to be an unbelievable fortune.
- I'm sure it to be a private spectacle.
Tinkling.
- You may buy it urgently unless...
- Unless I've got subscription, haven't I?
Both of us.
Despite he can't stand an ghoulish cooled tea, he is turning away and i'm feeling his disgust and stoop for a kettle, not scalding due to prolongated silence pauses. Should i call this disgust mine?
The sound of current boiling water. The smacking and long exhalation.
I'll not tell something like "not for that". I'll not think something like this. I'll keep calm. I'll lower my eaves.
- And I don't suggest it suits me...
- I do.
I'm answering quickly for he need no ambiguous breath.

@настроение: contempative melancholy

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