Sunday, July 7, 2013

Histology Home

My mother is an affluent altruist who after a slew of service jobs found employment as an analyst in a biomedical lab nicer than sedentary post-Vanderbilt deco. Now divorced, my father met her while in a teaching position after her biology bachelor's finished her eight years of Latin. He was the smartest and toughest wayward engineer to come to UIC's philosophy department from IIT Physics. Being the only one who had the vitality, she outlasted a tumor carried away with her survival.

A toddler who was often taken to the Virginian coast there was no water park I couldn't conquer during preadolescence. My teen advice were tender warnings of accord with the cautions to peccadillo and imbroglio. It was a sleepy tour of the museums and championships of Europe and America.


I am obsessed with iced flasks and interested in chemistry as an enthusiasm for the structure and expansion of matter such as when glaciers harden. My affinity drew me to dye suspension as I was raised making confections from evaporated sugar with a string and pie tin. I later explored the rigors of static with an LED kit. It was filled with anatomy diagrams and miniatures.

As a preteen I'd moved on to quartz batteries and constructed a flux-solenoid turbine excelling easily to an obese Sun™ pupil. Before I graduated high school my generation was filled with colonial scenes and brisk walks. Upon my Smyrnan satellite I found a tulku flute that is the articles of budo; and brought it back to my mantle?

Like Liber's cup parted the fibers adorning Vetumna's javelin, my room basked in countless museums' souvenirs. I was touched by the fop of Minerva and the boons of Salus. My phlogiston married Sol and took Bass as his rival. Jove was the God my wife chose as her administrator. Like a nightinggale soaring above a chimney at dawn I learned his idioms and got to know all of his famous friends from the premier and groundbreaking UIC Philosophy.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Jagged Plane

They do tell the standards snowrimmed peaks hoarding glistening gems why do they say its racing. In the bend of a bottle I fill the preliminary ruffled key.

The spine digs the chapter of the subtle spade. It arbiters the being that is the thatch of Lernen Schien langue logique.

An affair combusted the signing of the page's appearance. Ham carry the starboard to the watcher's perch. Noah nail me a  rudder in the full sail helm. Steer me a course to the incipit jiggle of froth!

Splash a roster on the concern you know from words printed in the end of ideology! Hera light me a walk to the fire that marks the torches.

Opus lend me a heart to the heading autograph. Will you find the reservation in the affirmation of the loan. Repeat an initial on the dues paid to the act of authority. There is no hold on the shipping to distributer where the postage clung to a vote in the office of service's obsequious comment.

Driving balls into links' green.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Anat's Reflection

As the rock turned to dust Ál winnowed the fleck.
The salirisum crossed the noctis spiritus of coeptis it's mercede heaving the vista of Aenima upon the swirl of dialog in the conversation with the implosion of vector-cubits.
In the hectare of a geometric sum of the outlook of the discourse the Nature of the antithesis made its scuttlebut with the thesis of maps.

It's elocution's conversation of the pressurized swirl of the struts of ice make minimal their creeping over a bed of clovers, and the barrel of BP will slide a splinter from their jostled thistles. And the squall will whip your bench from the crater of the stalks of debris.
And the plant grabs lake from the ground. Now its plowed rows are fallow. The annuit moveo does snag an explosion from the ripple's reinforcement. The ballast groaned and its clay cargo shook along their guarded stream. The leaves rustled the crack of their vessel's fault, and it's squeak did harvest the thermals of paint.