Foreword
My theory as to how the world is mirrored in the brain and heart (like in vedic spirituality) is with alternating states of oxidative stress. The world is moreover both round and assuages our anatomy with its plantable trees and district branches of prefects that are similar to neuron and dendritic branches moreover to new gene and protein resurfacing. That surely may not be the blood brain barrier, but I do want that the heart starts the ascendancy of higher thought and gene expression by being the less oxidative of the water in the brain and the more oxidative water in the brain with the neocortex and advanced forebrain as blue, but not innocuous or autonomic exclusive because literal diet and mental memories can change both body physiological states and appraisal of stress once appraised.
Obviously, the heart would be the rostral anterior surrogate oxygenated by the lungs in every waking and unconscious moment. Where the heart's influence would be is starting at where the heart is now to influencing more than its caudal position states, but rather with two hemispheres per se. That being going above and beyond hanging out of the chest influencing front, rear, right and left of body and mind. This would now be intro to a talk of priming just like the beginning of cardiopulmonary: the heart preprocesses thinking function if we can trust it so.
Figure A prime
When I was in high school I wasn't one of those superlatives. The closest I got to that was asking someone else to find me a word a word that means extra and over done in a duo-senior-set-him-up type way in which he answered correctly in superfluous instead of superlative (understandable given my prying priming) which I couldn't follow up enough on the questioning for the now onlookers to be certain I was tricking the questionee. But to be second closest to a superlative besides the one most likely to try and trick you into not knowing the difference between superfluous and superlative or being that superlative of not knowing the difference between superfluous and superlative is me (most likely superlative to forget the superfluous most fun times I had).
This because I was self-involved or overly-hyped primed by people before being introduced to new intersections of high school feuds and lore (prompting amnesia of taboo and chronicles). Fun times I forget like the time I made up a new catch phrase to go to when I don't know what to say in a group or to a girl to make it seem like everyone cares or is even watching which they weren't (and still aren't). Behooved to deflect from me to her, any high school girl, by saying her pronouns as if she was the main character, but I always was because I built enough life and times spiels along so that I had no business making the newer spiel ones more extreme (prompted nuanced casual talk / promted nuance task tackling and heart subduing while under increased heartbeat duress talking to girls).
About me
Gender Male
Introduction Immediate answer to FAQ. Questions of protection pierced me when I was a maricopa county inmate. For as much as I gained routine that I don't express to others as much as I could, now and then, God works as inorganic and an omnicapacitor even though man and earthenworks are organic.
Once while nobody cared to reminisce while I was there like: I wasn't invited to the bonfire except if high school was the human anatomy the bonfire would not only be inside with the tissues I'd be outside where I used to eat lunches! Getting at some deli everyday because I was not in up for changing my diet on whim diet or economical time spending stand up: which a stand up job is what I'm doing now (unloading my deepest pasttime proclivities). And yes the elements that are dangerous were always more prevalent outside than inside. That's why there's a word called climate yet it's increasingly hybrid now as if: the word was given alcohol as a child to help sleep and gained sobriety and wisdom at a young age and then forgot what senility and other s words mean because of self-indused ankylosing spondylitis.
Thence overwhelm when caught up too much, even when, you do that ish. Rent in mind (playing of) the same bad music over and over again before you finally found a way to stop listening or give yourself the mantra that you used to done sung those same songs, the same bad music as lullabies. Elements outside like wind but it doesn't take much for sandwich wrap lettuce shredded confetti-thin to end up kip up on the floor or ground. It maybe was the taking me out everyday that made it hard to be a good student that other students cherish even the shitty ones.
Another thing that I think is intended to make poor students is teaching of nonviolence. There comes a point you have to fight for someone else and instead schools teach: if you want to be cool or lead like cool people for whom to follow, follow the blacks preaching nonviolence who led than be a bitch to social foibles. And if you get knocked down or it happens enough you are sure to make a pretty sound or weasel your way out of being seen leaving only the-sound-you-make the ineffable thing people can follow to know you on a deeper level. Or else, those people would those to story timeline what physical thing that happened relayed onto their friends the happen-ons (who are hypocondriacs to high school chronicles).
Fleeting remarks
I asked a girl out to prom two years early. Had to scoop her up and do so upfront in the friendship before she heard rumors which were always true (when she was a cooled off from freshman year, but not a prick yet like I was as a junior, and she, a sophomore). A priori to getting got and sick and tired of the whole upfront having balls thing. Never sick and tired of ridiculous friends and trends, the dividends of having friends (using ridiculous, the dividends of less boundries that I would self-convey to my own atmosphere). Escalating down and away from ridiculous friends trends down and away to rid-of-friends which can be both spiritual and reducivist which respectively, are hallucinatory and tripping.
It was unfair for girls to take to prom two post-hoc juniors to my high school junior prom. They who weren't juniors anymore: in the junior or sophmore class when we were freshman. Shaquille Hemerding and Lance Armour, two, both, bringing back nothing to the culture. The culture of nature v nurture element to all high schools (how everyone chronicles their induction to the real world). Culture in principle and rather than particular, was a culturally made mission for girls to be fashionable and boys loyal to their apparel. What sport represented spirituality the most? None. Spirituality: the only abject quality adulthood that most clearly mirrors the world in its spiritual anatomy be that as it may.
A clear cut or sweep if cut is too harsh a word. It was a clean sweep like underhand low shot in lacrosse. Like Chip the Ripper: ''even if I die I will die with a bunch of money'' into ''even if they sweep with none I will sweep shot in lacrosse that fact under the rug''. High school was poison to my heart and brain. From my own heart to cultural amnesia. I was as much the culture at my high school. And then, instantaneously me getting amnesia of how the heart plays a role in both knowing how to act and act out, both sure and fire (cause having not written before now how the fire was burning I can realize my way out of heaven and hell by writing without getting burned by my posting utensils).
Foreword
My theory as to how the world is mirrored in the brain and heart (like in vedic spirituality) is with alternating states of oxidative stress. The world is moreover both round and assuages our anatomy with its plantable trees and district branches of prefects that are similar to neuron and dendritic branches moreover to new gene and protein resurfacing. That surely may not be the blood brain barrier, but I do want that the heart starts the ascendancy of higher thought and gene expression by being the less oxidative of the water in the brain and the more oxidative water in the brain with the neocortex and advanced forebrain as blue, but not innocuous or autonomic exclusive because literal diet and mental memories can change both body physiological states and appraisal of stress once appraised.
Obviously, the heart would be the rostral anterior surrogate oxygenated by the lungs in every waking and unconscious moment. Where the heart's influence would be is starting at where the heart is now to influencing more than its caudal position states, but rather with two hemispheres per se. That being going above and beyond hanging out of the chest influencing front, rear, right and left of body and mind. This would now be intro to a talk of priming just like the beginning of cardiopulmonary: the heart preprocesses thinking function if we can trust it so.
Figure A prime
When I was in high school I wasn't one of those superlatives. The closest I got to that was asking someone else to find me a word a word that means extra and over done in a duo-senior-set-him-up type way in which he answered correctly in superfluous instead of superlative (understandable given my prying priming) which I couldn't follow up enough on the questioning for the now onlookers to be certain I was tricking the questionee. But to be second closest to a superlative besides the one most likely to try and trick you into not knowing the difference between superfluous and superlative or being that superlative of not knowing the difference between superfluous and superlative is me (most likely superlative to forget the superfluous most fun times I had).
This because I was self-involved or overly-hyped primed by people before being introduced to new intersections of high school feuds and lore (prompting amnesia of taboo and chronicles). Fun times I forget like the time I made up a new catch phrase to go to when I don't know what to say in a group or to a girl to make it seem like everyone cares or is even watching which they weren't (and still aren't). Behooved to deflect from me to her, any high school girl, by saying her pronouns as if she was the main character, but I always was because I built enough life and times spiels along so that I had no business making the newer spiel ones more extreme (prompted nuanced casual talk / promted nuance task tackling and heart subduing while under increased heartbeat duress talking to girls).
About me Gender Male Introduction Immediate answer to FAQ. Questions of protection pierced me when I was a maricopa county inmate. For as much as I gained routine that I don't express to others as much as I could, now and then, God works as inorganic and an omnicapacitor even though man and earthenworks are organic.
Once while nobody cared to reminisce while I was there like: I wasn't invited to the bonfire except if high school was the human anatomy the bonfire would not only be inside with the tissues I'd be outside where I used to eat lunches! Getting at some deli everyday because I was not in up for changing my diet on whim diet or economical time spending stand up: which a stand up job is what I'm doing now (unloading my deepest pasttime proclivities). And yes the elements that are dangerous were always more prevalent outside than inside. That's why there's a word called climate yet it's increasingly hybrid now as if: the word was given alcohol as a child to help sleep and gained sobriety and wisdom at a young age and then forgot what senility and other s words mean because of self-indused ankylosing spondylitis.
Thence overwhelm when caught up too much, even when, you do that ish. Rent in mind (playing of) the same bad music over and over again before you finally found a way to stop listening or give yourself the mantra that you used to done sung those same songs, the same bad music as lullabies. Elements outside like wind but it doesn't take much for sandwich wrap lettuce shredded confetti-thin to end up kip up on the floor or ground. It maybe was the taking me out everyday that made it hard to be a good student that other students cherish even the shitty ones.
Another thing that I think is intended to make poor students is teaching of nonviolence. There comes a point you have to fight for someone else and instead schools teach: if you want to be cool or lead like cool people for whom to follow, follow the blacks preaching nonviolence who led than be a bitch to social foibles. And if you get knocked down or it happens enough you are sure to make a pretty sound or weasel your way out of being seen leaving only the-sound-you-make the ineffable thing people can follow to know you on a deeper level. Or else, those people would those to story timeline what physical thing that happened relayed onto their friends the happen-ons (who are hypocondriacs to high school chronicles).
Fleeting remarks
I asked a girl out to prom two years early. Had to scoop her up and do so upfront in the friendship before she heard rumors which were always true (when she was a cooled off from freshman year, but not a prick yet like I was as a junior, and she, a sophomore). A priori to getting got and sick and tired of the whole upfront having balls thing. Never sick and tired of ridiculous friends and trends, the dividends of having friends (using ridiculous, the dividends of less boundries that I would self-convey to my own atmosphere). Escalating down and away from ridiculous friends trends down and away to rid-of-friends which can be both spiritual and reducivist which respectively, are hallucinatory and tripping.
It was unfair for girls to take to prom two post-hoc juniors to my high school junior prom. They who weren't juniors anymore: in the junior or sophmore class when we were freshman. Shaquille Hemerding and Lance Armour, two, both, bringing back nothing to the culture. The culture of nature v nurture element to all high schools (how everyone chronicles their induction to the real world). Culture in principle and rather than particular, was a culturally made mission for girls to be fashionable and boys loyal to their apparel. What sport represented spirituality the most? None. Spirituality: the only abject quality adulthood that most clearly mirrors the world in its spiritual anatomy be that as it may.
A clear cut or sweep if cut is too harsh a word. It was a clean sweep like underhand low shot in lacrosse. Like Chip the Ripper: ''even if I die I will die with a bunch of money'' into ''even if they sweep with none I will sweep shot in lacrosse that fact under the rug''. High school was poison to my heart and brain. From my own heart to cultural amnesia. I was as much the culture at my high school. And then, instantaneously me getting amnesia of how the heart plays a role in both knowing how to act and act out, both sure and fire (cause having not written before now how the fire was burning I can realize my way out of heaven and hell by writing without getting burned by my posting utensils).
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