While the subject of intestinal gas is not a common dinner table topic, it is something that we all have, and it is significant. Gas varies in fragrance from completely vile and sickening to mildly fragrant and almost pleasant. The fragrance is a result of the blend on intestinal flora and what is in the intestine. I looked up information about intestinal flora, and the information was overwhelmingly inexact.
There are hundreds of bacteria that are commonly found in human intestines,
Updated 12-01-2012 at 11:33 AM by PeterL
I was reading a book when one of the characters mentioned a challenge to write a 10 verse poem with 200 letters, so I was intrigued.
Angel of Death
I taste gunmetal
on your lips, you are
beyond my reach, death lingers
behind your far away eyes,
bullets fall from the sky.
We made love
on an unmarked grave,
our flesh carved the stone
the look in your eyes an elegy
They played the O2 in London. Read my blog on this from a month ago: http://www.online-literature.com/for...Doom-and-Gloom
Apparently they were great. So jealous. Someone filmed the show of what appears as a phone camera and they have video clips of mostly mediocre quality on youtube.
Here's an extended report from Sky News: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5l1XjVikTM
Here's what I think was the best quality video, "You Can't
I've decided to write a bit about a current bill, that is currently before a Parliamentary committee, which would make explicit the extension of Canada's Human Rights provisions to transgender persons.
The bill hasn't got much media attention at all, and like usual transgender issues are ignored unless they are being used for some salacious thrill on daytime talk shows. There are two main reasons why I wanted to try and do a little publicity for the bill.
No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven's glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear
God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee!
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main