A very old enzyme. Still fixing inorganic carbon in the biosphere through yet another mass extinction. Still grabbing the wrong molecule on occasion. Anyway, here are some more phosphoglycerates.
Kill your lawn, grow a garden. As you do this, look within and do the same.
Here is some lemmy gold for being correct!
Completely understandable. It’s a lovely neighborhood; everyone collaborates, natural lighting nearly everywhere, and there is a convenient arrangement worked out with the larger surrounding community. Haven’t looked back since I moved in.
Some smart, talented MFers on that side; they’re winning a war and they’re fucked up!
Holy shit, written, produced and directed by Charley Boorman’s dad.
Treebeard, smiling and nodding like Jeremiah Johnson.
Beat me to it, Bubs. Was gonna say Hamsterdam is lookin clean here.
Sticky, Silky, and Danger Syrup! Sounds like a cool lab.
Another view and it’s 12 years old.
Oh WOW!
That’s…something else entirely.
So violent! Yet also subtle and quiet.
Yields immediate visceral reactions.
The entire instrument is so thoroughly explored.
How does one remember such a piece?
Or keep the original bow and strings to the end?
Striking. Marvelous. Beautiful. I’m all for it.
An amendment of something conjured by it:
It’s not safe out here. It’s wonderous; with
treasuresvibrations to satiate desires both subtle and gross, but it’s not for the timid.
Between the radio and infrared, it’s probably pretty clear to everyone within 100LY.