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Pa Moania?!

 

New Moania?!

 

Pneumonia! Ah, such a bundle of letters!

 

Ah well!

 

It time for sanitizing the bedding to continue with another round of ruckus coughing and sick laughter.

 

Old jokes don't cause the same results so I search for new ones. Something new that makes me laugh so hard it heals me. After all, I have heard, Laughter is the best medicine.

 

It would have been best if I had, had it prevent the oncoming condition of clouds of fluid raining inside my lungs.

 

Such a wonder?

 

I am sure that Sadrith Mora's famous Divayth Fyr who lives in Tel Fyr would find it fascinating to study under the ocular looking pipe with the many magnifying lenses. He would watch the pneumonia effects on the body, not just the lungs, try to find a cure, or at least a method to keep it's growing masses at cloudy tears from starting to build up a bay where gentle breezes are best all day.

 

Do your best to prevent illness, and be prepared if all your preventative efforts are all for naught to keep alive so you get well swiftly when there isn't any other way.

 

Be Well! Friends. :geek:

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Will the real expert student in the field of Science like the famous Morrowind Divayth Fyr emerge from within?

 

Come forth self! Let me learn the way of chemistry and of how to apply it best to heal our human anatomy so well I may get a degree so I can cure myself and others with the same affliction.

 

Me. A Doctor. An Expert in the field of pneumonia! And maybe one or two other scientific research fields I may master along the way.

 

Now this is what I call DAY DREAMING! :geek: :happy:

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Day Dreaming!

 

Aye!

 

The real deal.

 

Day dreaming to clear out the rabble, called bacteria and viruses.

 

Tiny little organisms.

 

To small to see without a microscope.

 

Once they establish their haunts they heap upon us their taunts. They dash around laughing at how well they confound.

Yelling! You caught me! Now! Catch me and eject me, if you can!

 

Tickles in the throat become ruckus coughs and fits of ragged laughter.

 

They spawn humors which challenge the white blood cells.

 

Now where did I leave my fun gun?!

 

Ah! I remember. I left it with her to tenderly remind me of our love. I went off to war only to find she adored me and used it to send a message to return home.

 

Day Dreaming in the pink clouds of painless rapture, dancing across Sun beams that speared through the dark cloud filled with rain and gale force winds.

 

I was alone. She is away. I feel her close, and yet, she keeps me at a distance I cannot fathom the reach yet.

 

When my Day Dream is completed I'll get the medicine that truly heals all wounds. Time!

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I found a book someone tossed on top of a pyre and left for someone to set fire.

 

I have read it. I have seen that in 1959, 1963, 1969, it was edited to the last date of being published in 1973. There are probably upgrades since then. It's the focus that is given to the science of diagnosis that made me winch when I next saw a new doctor who had no knowledge of my recent, 3 years past, medical history.

 

After reading it I felt the dire sensation of dread. It's potent knowledge from a time I was among people who took to keeping healthy and preventative medicine were both household practices. Wishing that one of the people was a doctor or would have the ability to become one.

 

A phrase I heard often while too young to comprehend the speakers meaning came to mind as I wrote these words.

 

"IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?!"

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The moment of a degree of bliss lays on the desk of the one who appointed Pai. A simple veto from Pai's friend, Pres. Trump, will put a smile in the Pai that isn't going to be for a long pleasant dream for those for Net-Neutrality.

 

Will Pres. Trump trump it? Or will he succumb to the peoples voice?

 

Those who would like to see just how much big business ties up the ISPs and throttles them, all need you do is look in the Reg Edit area of Windows 10 at the list of website pages hidden in the registry in plain sight. All sponsoring Microsoft.

 

One day, just to find garbage bulging in the Registry and clean it out to help speed up my version of Windows 10... I typed, .org in find, I typed, .com in find, I typed, .net in find. Etc. and so on. I found so many web addresses choking up the Registry I felt like deleting them all.

 

All those business addresses with nondescript names. I got serious, I decided not to delete any right off for fear there might be an important bit of software function I might break if I deleted them right off. So I did a systematic check before I deleted them. I found out whois by visiting all web pages. Ooo! Who they belong to.

 

Every business that Trump has a thumb or finger in the Pai is listed in it, included in it are all his ex's, present wife's too, and family members businesses.

 

I would not be surprised if the entire list of websites in the Windows 10 Registry are affiliated too, to all Pres. Trumps other business ties. I checked out many of the web addresses and found a conglomerate of family ties, and vests, jackets, pants, underwear, shoes, shirts, hats, and womens clothing stores were abundant in jewelry, perfume, make up, street side shops, golf course equipment, clubs, and stores with every imaginable arrangement you could want. I just deleted all the porno ones to help speed up my Windows 10.

 

Now if the four Republicans who voted so Pai looked sad, are powerful enough to drive a loop train Speed injection into the Internet for ALL USERS; drive it through the old bill dragging out the slow throttled trains in its wake and get some worthwhile speeds constantly, they might have a chance to get re-elected.

 

Or, come election time, we will see another campaign roller coaster crash tragedy story.

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Sexercise: is the act of sexual functions without the intention of getting pregnant.

 

Everyone who has had physical engaging activities relating to genitalia and that pump their entire body up and makes them sweat and/or perspire is having SEXERCISE! There is no drag in the fact the men and men do it to each other, and women and women do it to each other. There is probably more SEXERCISE going on between all preferred sexual acts then there is Exercise going on in all the health clubs around the world.

 

Don't tell anyone I discovered people were only hanging out at the health spa looking for a new experience. And I don't mean doing twenty toes twisters in yoga.

 

I just don't need a bunch of porno shops webs sites in my computers REGISTRY to find sexercise gals.

 

I might need a medical staff to assure me that I don't get any SEXERCISE STD related symptoms though.

 

Hey! If you want to twist and shout with another of your own gender don't mind me while I pretend I am going to get the gal in my embrace pregnant.

 

Imagining I will get her pregnant gets me so hard rocks get jealous

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I found another of the daily problems in my computer. Not the Registry today. I found out it gets cleaned out automatically to keep it from getting too much clutter. Except those businesses web site pages had to be manually removed.

 

I found the real culprit causing the machine to get retarded and sound card to stutter.

 

Paging File.

 

FILLED!

 

Needs to have a clearing function work. It supposed to send the data to a server and clear the Paging File after it sends the data to Microsoft to analyse.

 

I checked to see if the standard send function was working. As was in the past; it wasn't able to connect to the server and complete it's purpose. So it just filled up until it reached the maximum, and, sat there dragging all the other apps down into it's mire of sludge. I turned it off. Cleared it, and Rebooted the computer. Reset it. Voila' All Clean!

 

All clean. Now I can get back to taken my doctors advice and getting some rest.

 

I didn't tell her that my fingers, eyes, ears, and gaming parts of my brain will be having fun.

 

Don't tell, she might want me to give her a stroke... I mean... Let her give me a shot!

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