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It’s almost gone, but you don’t even know what it is. Its capacity— degrees of freedom, vibrational rotational translational, its essence— energy measured absolutely, first by Kelvin. So know when I say I’m losing heat, I’m dropping Kelvins, quantized packets that could raise my voice to jovial screaming, flail my arms bobble my legs and work my tongue around my lips, eyes lit like dynamite. Temperature comes and goes be careful not to lose your bonds, double triple bonds building bridges to your childhood, your capacity to love. We forget how to laugh so hard we hurt our bellies deafen our friends and scare our lovers. We forget that the public is just full of people and find our tongues are slaves to only tasting. So I just make sure I’m waiting for that mechanical motion, that disturbance to ride through my every bond that won’t be breaking because I’m not rigid. I’m making sure I’m ready to vibrate, rotate and ********* I’ll translate too. I’m losing heat, not degrees of freedom.
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May 31, 2011
May 31, 2011 at 12:24 PM UTC
I'm losing heat
It’s almost gone, but you don’t even know what it is. Its capacity— degrees of freedom, vibrational rotational translational, its essence— energy measured absolutely, first by Kelvin. So know when I say I’m losing heat, I’m dropping Kelvins, quantized packets that could raise my voice to jovial screaming, flail my arms bobble my legs and work my tongue around my lips, eyes lit like dynamite. Temperature comes and goes be careful not to lose your bonds, double triple bonds building bridges to your childhood, your capacity to love. We forget how to laugh so hard we hurt our bellies deafen our friends and scare our lovers. We forget that the public is just full of people and find our tongues are slaves to only tasting. So I just make sure I’m waiting for that mechanical motion, that disturbance to ride through my every bond that won’t be breaking because I’m not rigid. I’m making sure I’m ready to vibrate, rotate and ********* I’ll translate too. I’m losing heat, not degrees of freedom.
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May 31, 2011
May 31, 2011 at 12:24 PM UTC
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