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an average human creature should such a mythical exist in a lifetime will celebrate about 2,200,000,000 heartbeats, billions of heartbeats per minute (I prefer moment) but like everything so essence human there are those very few heartbeat moments, the ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime that you total truly remember, recalling the cream and sauce, swell and the hell, of the pounding so slow so hard, each one a volcano of a moment until that day you don't remember-anything when she said yes and you're shaking and beating in a honky-tonk rhythm cause you were heart undressed unsure and truly afraid of a rejection that makes a heart stoppage disallowing visions, to be exponentially happy future imagined you're feeling your heartbeat in your knees going weak, when the doctor says: congratulations healthy swell and/or some years later, I'm so so truly sorry, hell when they hand you a long handle shovel no instructions needed and that scoop of earth weighs two tons and the sound of slow reverb in your head hurts like hell and you lack the strength to move and they move you aside quiet gentle like but inside the temple of the two headed hydra-heart, it's the rock and roll of slo mo, the violin crying, the drumming of heavy metal chords plucked so slowly, it's you froze screaming a billionaire of heartbeats you are, but only ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime you total truly remember with the perfect clarity and forever renders into your own unique orchestral symphony, your true net worth, the stripes you wear upon your shoulders skin,   the tune when you hear it and melts you into rigidity you fall to your knees wherever you are, that is where you will find me, just listen for the cars horns blaring cursing the man lying in the street, re-listening to ten or twenty maybe forty heartbeats total in a lifetime you alone total truly that concert set recall and the win-loss record inherent, inhiment, in both of them, tears and the rents, all there in the tunes, of forty beatings you took, somehow it feels like here is, there was, the answers to where is shelter for the heart, the answers that have gone and come and gone and someone says, I don't feel a pulse
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
BPM (beats per moment)
an average human creature should such a mythical exist in a lifetime will celebrate about 2,200,000,000 heartbeats, billions of heartbeats per minute (I prefer moment) but like everything so essence human there are those very few heartbeat moments, the ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime that you total truly remember, recalling the cream and sauce, swell and the hell, of the pounding so slow so hard, each one a volcano of a moment until that day you don't remember-anything when she said yes and you're shaking and beating in a honky-tonk rhythm cause you were heart undressed unsure and truly afraid of a rejection that makes a heart stoppage disallowing visions, to be exponentially happy future imagined you're feeling your heartbeat in your knees going weak, when the doctor says: congratulations healthy swell and/or some years later, I'm so so truly sorry, hell when they hand you a long handle shovel no instructions needed and that scoop of earth weighs two tons and the sound of slow reverb in your head hurts like hell and you lack the strength to move and they move you aside quiet gentle like but inside the temple of the two headed hydra-heart, it's the rock and roll of slo mo, the violin crying, the drumming of heavy metal chords plucked so slowly, it's you froze screaming a billionaire of heartbeats you are, but only ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime you total truly remember with the perfect clarity and forever renders into your own unique orchestral symphony, your true net worth, the stripes you wear upon your shoulders skin,   the tune when you hear it and melts you into rigidity you fall to your knees wherever you are, that is where you will find me, just listen for the cars horns blaring cursing the man lying in the street, re-listening to ten or twenty maybe forty heartbeats total in a lifetime you alone total truly that concert set recall and the win-loss record inherent, inhiment, in both of them, tears and the rents, all there in the tunes, of forty beatings you took, somehow it feels like here is, there was, the answers to where is shelter for the heart, the answers that have gone and come and gone and someone says, I don't feel a pulse
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75 beats per minute, as calculated by scientific studies sometimes, though, it feels like my heart disregards science entirely in my worst moments i might as well have been at 1, not nearly dead but certainly getting there my heart still beats, 75 beats (for the most part) every minute 75 beats as you are reading this, as i wrote it the average bpm for an alive person
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
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All my veins Lead to my heart Everything happens Because of my heart Without blood My heart wouldn't pump Without purpose My heart wouldn't beat My heart is the reason I'm alive Without it I'm non-existant You're the reason that I exist You're the reason my heart beats Without you I'm non-existant
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
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