Electromagnetism and electrochemistry added to the expanse of erudition.
Central calculations comprised of charged consecration
Diamagnetism and also electrolysis
Took in little of the ritual pedagogy
Most influential of archaic scientists.

The base for the conceptualization of the dynamic sphere.
Introduced the physics of ensconced enthrallment
Affecting rays of light
To say nothing of the underlying relationships there
Two phenomena, both similarly discovered

Inventions: Electromagnetic induction, diamagnetism, and the laws of electrolysis.
the form of electromagnetic rotary devices
Foundation of electric motors
Truly technology was largely due to his effort
Electricity became practical for use

Scientific knowledge increased: investigating as an alchemist, discovered benzene.
Inventor of Clathrate hydrate of chlorine,
In its early form
the system of oxidation numbers, and the burner
Popularized terminology such as anode, cathode

Ultimately became the first and foremost, ultimate, and respected .
Chemistry Professor at the Institution
Position of a lifetime
He was an excellent experimentalist of conveyed ideas
Mathematical abilities in simple language  

His powers did also extend as far as trigonometry.
Took any but the simplest algebra
And worked around it
And also summarized it in sets of equations
The basis of modern theories

i know you think im joking
but a pervert saved my life
she came to me one day
to **** me with a knife

i said oh no no no don't do it
ill do anything you say
then she said im a perv
and i want your love all day

but to love a perv is icky
your a creepy girl
she made me smell her feet
and dance a spinning  twirl

wow she said you did that well
why don't you stand on your head
look up my dress and say im hot
or for sure you will be dead

i realized she was very odd
and asked her what was wrong
she said i was married forever
and couldn't have his ****

so i went off my rocker
not getting what i needed
but made believe for years
that i was never ever cheated

then one day i snapped
and cried for lust all day
so they called me purvy *****
and tried to keep me away

the more i went with out
the hornier i got
until one day in torment
i loved the smell of rot

i fell in love with filth
and to this very day
i have no scruples at all
ill do anything for a lay

now pull your pants off
and show me your little ****
dam its so cute
ill lick your lolly pop

she used her tongue like a twizzler
it was really fun
and then i realized i was like her
and my life as a perv begun

so if your starved for love
and craving ***** lust
you might as well join the ranks
of pervy folks r us

99% Switch
96% Degrader
94% Rope bunny
93% Dominant
90% Rigger
89% Degradee
88% Sadist
87% Brat tamer
83% Submissive
83% ******
81% *******
79% Master/Mistress
76% Primal (Prey)
74% Primal (Hunter)
74% Experimentalist
73% Brat
62% Non-monogamist
50% Owner
47% Vanilla
43% Slave
42% Daddy/Mommy
38% Exhibitionist
10% Ageplayer
100% Girl/Boy
7% Pet....meow

2010- the year society decided I was able
2011- the year I went far away from home
2012- the year I became an experimentalist, more.
2013- the year nothing made sense
2014- the year everything did.
2015- the year I found love.
International
Abundant
profound.
-My favorite year of all.

I rule my life by my voice of reason

It whispers things like
You're going to die sooner than later
Other people matter more than you
You need to act happy

And when my toddler emotions dare to question why
Reason preys on fear, their weakness
Because otherwise everyone will know the truth

Would that really be so bad?

Always the experimentalist, it calculates
It wouldn't take very long to fall off the window sill
What if we just didn't get up?
The voice of reason whispers
Death, death, death, death

For a voice of reason, it's not very reasonable
It is more a voice of cold, detached apathy
Speaking in lies and flawed logic
I know it is not to be trusted

So then why do I still listen to it?

Experimentalist
adventurist
artist

he is quite the experimentalist

he always tries something new

his brains spends hours clocking away

for his big, warm heart

that he has spent years blocking up



she is quite the bookworm

she always stays indoors if she can

her brains are sitting cozily working a puzzle

for her bruised, broken heart

that she tries not to show



they are quite the match

his smile glows and her eyes sparkle

he is still careful but he shows her a softer side

she is still hurt but she feels like she can heal with him

as awkward and new and fresh that it may be

they are both trying their best

Waking up feeling fresh, pills on the side,
Taking all of my strength not to pop them,
Man, I hope this feeling stays, been to hell and back,
too scared to make plans today,
s.h.i.t, am surprised even if my family and friends, know where I am,
It getting too hard to breathe, too hard to think straight,
with all the stuff running a million miles inside my head,
Scars on my legs and my body, a story of the past,
scars forever to last, sometimes, Maybe I am better dead,
People scream, ******* Open up, Open up Like a book,
Then when I do, they all scream shut the hell up, it all about you,
Stare in the mirror and take a ******* hard look,
Thinking about why do they want me to be open, to close me down,
when all I do is sit and listen and help them,
Am I selfish or am I Narcissistic,
Maybe I need him, Maybe I want to be in him,
Maybe it is hard for me to speak,
Never speaking with anyone who seen him,
Asking and double question myself,
Should I start to redeem stuff I done,
So when I am gone, I can meet him,
Should I believe in God, Should I believe in Lucifer,
Should I believe in Mother Nature,
When I see nothing but hatred and humanity comes the executioner,
Should I become the crucifer, or become more of the newcomer,
Ran away from all the labels and chains they tried to bound me with,
Maybe I wasn't made for the nine to fives or the education system,
Maybe I was too F.u.cked up from the moment I was birthed,
Maybe I was too F.u.cked up to cope or maybe am cursed,
They tell me the drugs I need to stay sane,
sometimes, They refused and make me more insane,
I know they are prescripted but they help better,
Than the self medication drugs of the past,
Where paranoia and voices came way too fast,
Maybe am too F.u.cked up that I don't care,
Maybe am too far gone that all the truth stays in sight,
Maybe am too F.u.cked up that even the World's lies, flies,
Maybe am too F.u.cked up that everything I read and see,
My mind states the truth,
Maybe my mind makes me an racist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Feminist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Antifeminist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Communist,
Maybe my mind makes me an socialist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Fascist,
Maybe my mind makes me an conversationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an colonizationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an preservationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an conventionalist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Abortionist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Antiabortionist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Pyschiatrist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Nonpyschiatrist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Intellectualist,
Maybe my mind makes me an experimentalist,
Maybe my mind makes me an obstructionist,
Maybe my mind makes me an segregationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an integrationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Cooperationist,
Maybe my mind is too f.u.cked that It everything,
Where it see nothing but the both side of each story,
All the lies, all the hate, and all the truth,
Maybe my mind loves to self debate,
Reform and reshaped the views and opinions,
to make others screams and cry like onions,
Maybe Am too mess up to say "I wish",
That I could change and not be who I am,
but then that going against everyone who screams,
Be proud of who you are, stay true to yourself,
Maybe, it those who scream be proud and stay true to yourself,
are those who are way to easy to offend and tick off,
and unable to handle the ******* truth,
unable to handle the honest from those who value,
Demanding and screaming handle because it shallow.