Mean heart

22

Nights of, "please don't leave me"

And days with, "I don't need him"

I'll hide behind my fingers

Wetness on my eyes

They give me all these choices

They show me all these wonders

Does it make a difference?

We all run out of time

So silence all their voices

And rip them of their plunders

Just shred their rules to pieces

With nothing left alive

Mornings held in limbo

Evenings slipping, whipping by

I'm choking on my pleading

Desperate for replies

There's strength within me somewhere

With more I could pretend

To keep myself from finding

The truth in all my lies

-HM

Not

Do not be frightened 

Of absolute naught

There is no place here 

For tears or for thought

You may quake and resist 

The touch of my hand

And try to remember

But will not understand

The voices that scream

Shall be the worst to ignore

And the voices that whisper

Shall plead evermore

For neither can bend 

At the waist to the other 

And neither can make 

Drastic change for the other

I will replace the

Experience of time

Your body, your words

The strength of your mind

Please do not cry 

As you take your last breath

For I am your comfort

I am your death.

-Hannah May

St. Patrick Star

Plant Sex

SCIENCE!

This is your weekly report on something sciencey, and this week we've got a new website tromping around the Internets! My brilliant father, the super-safe minded man he is, just set up a site about his work. And it's live, people. LIVE!! 

Find yourself low on your microbial information?

Need some energy efficient publications?

GRAPHS?

CHARTS?!? 

Electrobiome

Is the place for YOU!

I'm not big on promoting, but how proud I am about this outweighs the annoyance I'm grieving you with right now. 

LOOK, I WAS SO EXCITED ABOUT MICROBES WHEN I WAS 12 I PAINTED HIM THIS. 

LOOK! LOOK WITH YOUR SPECIAL EYES.

Beagle Mix

It has been a while since I've seen her. This is one of her older photos of when she was younger but I don't expect to get a better photo of her in the future. Nowadays she usually looks like this:

Aka mostly stoned.

Denial

Oh, how the time flies when you're done with classes and vegging in front of computer. That box of cookies was just right there... So easy- too easy to snack on.  Who could have stopped themselves? It's not like I had that much. Right? RIGHT?

-HM