We don't know why, but there are some gradients of infection.
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About Antonio's Infection
antonio's infection comes
from my own infection, and
so is candice's and
hazelen's infection of the
beautiful mind,
ahh, poetry, the beauty
of each word uttered in silence
each word be it sliding in the
snow and nesting in the
snowflakes
be it in the rustling of the
leaves in the tropical
sun of our islands
be it anywhere, the sound of
each word like a hush from
someone who is far away
and yet so near in the
touch of your sighs
ahh. poetry, the infection
of your sound and
rhythm
filling us softly with clouds
and stars and moon and
sun
upon the loneliness of our
plains and mountains
like a wind, a very cool wind
inside our hearts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our goal is not to completely eradicate the infection - that would be very difficult - but to produce a vaccine that will prevent not infection but disease. I think this is more possible.
quote by Luc Montagnier
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Liar (Reptile Demo)
she spread herself wide open to let the insects in
she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been
she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin
seeds from a thousand others drip down from within
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
i am so impure
give it
devils speak of the way in which she'll manifest
angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness
i now know the depths i reach are limitless
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
i am so impure
oh
oh
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
i am so impure
oh my beautiful liar
oh my precious whore
my disease my infection
i am so impure
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Just as the only reservoir for the typhus virus in nature is provided by man, so the only vector of infection is the louse. The bite of the louse is not virulent immediately after the infecting meal. It becomes so only towards the 7th day following infection.
quote by Charles Jules Henry Nicole
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Fierce One
Fierce one must keep afraid of ferocious one,
You are medallion of hope, and metal of future;
Yet they describe a fool to disarray the feeders
And givers of fear and folly, of gradients and grievances.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I wanted to know What’s in my heart
I wanted to know
What’s in my heart
I took a knife
Opened it apart
Lot of blood
I saw
Some deep red
Some deep black
I looked at the red
It was full of
Love and affection
Black was full of
Hate and infection
I was happy and crappy
Thought for a while
Decided to change my style
Live with love and affection
Remove the blood
Of hate and infection
Make all the blood red
Never remember
The word hatred
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Infected
Rot beneath below
Killing the chance to die ... the rising of the dead
The pain denies the soul
Even after
The killing gently
Dissection of the light ... the rotting of the soul
The pain realize the wounds
.. lives
You light the soul
Killing ones they save ... the rotting of the soul
Dying of the pain
Killing the soul
Killing send you to your grave
Dying soon the one they save
Tearing rid you of your limbs
Infection soon sets in
Peeling rid you of your skin ... infection!
Coming soon the end of life
Die ... cure you of infliction
song performed by by Obituary
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Reptile
She spread herself wide open to let the insects in
She leaves a trail of honey to show me where shes been
She has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin
Seeds from a thousand others drip down from within
Oh my beautiful liar
Oh my precious whore
My disease my infection
I am so impure
Devils speak of the ways in which shell manifest
Angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress
Need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness
I now know the depths I reach are limitless
Oh my beautiful liar
Oh my precious whore
My disease my infection
I am so impure
Production: flood and trent reznor
Mixing engineer: alan moulder
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Archetype
You must never forget the essence of your spark
All of that which defines you is the essence of your blood
The infection has been removed
The soul of this machine has improved
Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see
Someone real ?
This is real !
What you wish to be.
You must never forget, to modernize performance
Malignancies on the system will handicap, slow up and rust
The infection has been removed
The soul of this machine has improved
Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see
Someone real ?
This is real !
What you wish to be.
Can you see ?
Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see
Someone real
This is real
What you wish to be.
Open your eyes ...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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I almost had to have my leg amputated because of an infection.
Blind Swings
gradients
vivid, humbling
I was collecting a bit of myself
reading anatomy
of animality
spawning the hidden eggs
flecks of echos scarring:
reconnecting to starry night
I could not hold my enrged otherself
and the homely smell of gunshots
orchestrated to send a message of
mayhem – for optic illusion
the reptiles have broken
the law for an oceanic boat
collecting the golden fish
on the burning ghats, streetscape
full of falling leaves and
bloody wings of black crows
poem by Satish Verma
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Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.
quote by Wallace Stevens
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No science is immune to the infection of politics and the corruption of power.
quote by Jacob Chanowski
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Whoever refuses to remember the inhumanity is prone to new risks of infection.
quote by Richard von Weizscker
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Into Your Waking Life
Under the chalky light
and in between frontiers,
you swam like seraphs
Your larcenous feet gliding
like wingless serendipity
You osculate with beauty
Two hands interlaced,
one heartbeat shared
I stagger at this art
frail untouchable divinity
Veiled in immaculate gradients
in a salient heraldry,
in an intimate blear,
there is an embarrassed pang
underneath it all
and it is not even jealousy
I raised my goblet
into the roofless eve
but the destitute toast
remained unrequited
and I succumb to somnolence
as your silhouettes danced
and fade away from here
into the waking life
but I opt to remain unchanged
in this picturesque solitariness
poem by Norman Santos
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HIV infection and AIDS is growing - but so too is public apathy. We have already lost too many friends and colleagues.
quote by David Geffen
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I finally demonstrated that typhus infection is not hereditary in the louse.
quote by Charles Jules Henry Nicole
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Worst Analogy Ever
life is like pink eye
a bacterial infection oozing with yellow-whitish goodness
a cleansing, if you will
poem by Kale Beaudry
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One out of every 100 American men is HIV positive. The rate of infection has reached epidemic proportions in 40 developing nations.
quote by Philip Emeagwali
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Seemingly You Like The Grey Area
i admit i live there. I live
in the places of dawn
and twilights where
i have learned to
tinker about anything.
there are exceptions
and exemptions there.
it is no longer black
or white, or
either/or, it is a ray
a rainbow of
possibilities. I embrace
gradients.
it is the meeting place
of lost elements
when they do not fit
they come
looking lost and then
they say they finally
find a home.
here they are accepted
there they are excepted.
not that black and whites
are not acceptable. No.
and Yes. Not that.
it is, 'it can be'
it is always here a
myriad possibility
where you become
yourself that way
you want it. Taste.
Smell. Tick and Lick.
Imagination so powerful.
Unlimited thoughts.
Impossibilities becoming
possibilities.
This is the grey area.
I live here. I am happier.
Do you know where this is?
Come. Undress their colors.
And know at first that in here
color does not matter
they mix, and there
is no limit to their
shades and pastels.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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