#Fulminating gold

[materialsscienceandengineering]

400-year-old mystery of why early explosive produces purple smoke solved by academics

Scientists at the University of Bristol have discovered why fulminating gold—the world's first known high explosive—produces a purple smoke when it detonates, solving a 400-year-old alchemy puzzle. Fulminating gold was first discovered by alchemists in the 16th century. It is a mixture of a number of different compounds, with ammonia providing the majority of the material's explosive power. German alchemist Sebald Schwaertzer noted the unusual purple smoke given off when fulminating gold was detonated in 1585, and the material was later studied by leading figures of chemistry in the 17th and 18th centuries, including Robert Hooke and Antoine Lavoisier. But while the chemistry of the fulminating gold recipe has been understood for centuries, one question remained unanswered—why does its detonation produce purple smoke?

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[witchpassing]

That mage you caught last night is starting to smell of ozone. There’s a feeling in the air like the afternoon before a summer thunderstorm, which is funny, seeing as it’s October and you’re keeping her - for the time being - in a basement.

And god, does she ever wish that storm would break: fingers twitching, teeth set against the bit in her mouth, pretty yellow eyes on your throat from the second you step through the door. Ring-in-ring of sorcerer gold, xanthous star-furnaces of pure and towering petulance.

If sore losing alone was enough to sublimate thought into action, this building would be a crater and your name would be an execration upon the lips of the living, fit only to be spoken by hungry ghosts, et cetera; but ‘the Art hath three cornerstones’, three levers by which the magician moves the world, and spite isn’t on the list. Something like one in five thousand practitioners can work with just two, something like one in fifty thousand manage something with one, and right now she’s operating with exactly zero. So here she sits, in her fulminating cloud of beckoned and unspent aether, seething.

You gesture with the tray in your hands. “You gonna try to ash me if I take that gag out for a second? I’m not risking somatics, too, so. Gonna be feeding you myself.” Shrug. “You know how it is.”

You actually feel her try to kill you for that, the swell and press of the aether against your skin. It passes. You wait. There’s a simple calculus here, hatred and mage-pride against the fact that twenty-odd hours is a long time to go without food, a real long time to go without water.

The wizard picks the wrong answer. Turns her head away in dignified - well, an attempt at dignified - silence, as if you and your stew are completely beneath her notice.

“Alright, then,” you announce, putting your foot on the bottom step of the basement stairs. “See you in another, I dunno, twelve, maybe fifteen hours. Holler if you need anything.”

You make it about, oh, two-thirds of the way up before the noises she’s making through her bit get pathetic enough to bring you back.

[teratocrat]

blue dragongirl has gathered devotees from across the desert to attend her in her mud brick palace on this lazy floodplain. now a small city sprawls around her, mosaics of her image in turquoise and lapis lazuli decorating the walls that enclose neighborhoods, farmland, mud pits and vineyards. under her tutelage, her followers have learned the smelting of ore into metal, the fusing of sand into glass, the fermentation of grapes into wine, the souring of wine into vinegar, and finally the marriage of copper and iron with vinegar in glass jars to produce primitive batteries and share in a small measure of her fulminous power. now, during the festival of the winter solstice, the dragongirl is presented with the fruits of human labor: vinegar-marinated goat and bread soaked in wine, two dozen bongs in swirling dream-colors and a small pile of gold-electroplated bangles. "this is pretty cool," she says, "but i was hoping for like. an xbox. and some salt and vinegar chips. when do you think you could have that by?"

[mindblowingscience]

Scientists at the University of Bristol have discovered why fulminating gold—the world's first known high explosive—produces a purple smoke when it detonates, solving a 400-year-old alchemy puzzle. Fulminating gold was first discovered by alchemists in the 16th century. It is a mixture of a number of different compounds, with ammonia providing the majority of the material's explosive power. German alchemist Sebald Schwaertzer noted the unusual purple smoke given off when fulminating gold was detonated in 1585, and the material was later studied by leading figures of chemistry in the 17th and 18th centuries, including Robert Hooke and Antoine Lavoisier. But while the chemistry of the fulminating gold recipe has been understood for centuries, one question remained unanswered—why does its detonation produce purple smoke?

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[nelapanela94]

The euphony of your laugh is shrouded by the cacophony of the mess hall.

The band skews out of tune but everyone is too boozed up to even notice. People dance, clink their tumblers, raise their voices above the noise to twang more noise. Chairs screech on the floor, wobbly people stumble. Notes of malt and yeast linger in the air.

A sympathetic smile curves your cherry red lips as you unconsciously brush away your hair, revealing the loop of gold. The man looks defeated, shoulders slumped, a blush igniting his face as he tugs at the collar of his shirt. “I’m sorry, Thomas.” Levi reads your mouth. And you squeeze the young soldier’s shoulder before turning around. Levi’s heart races as you come his way. The last swill of wine glides down his throat, but the drink is not strong enough to loosen his nerves. The empty bottom thuds on the wooden slab.

“Dance with me.” You offer a hand, and he doubts.

A harrumph scourges his throat. “I don’t dance, y/n.”

But you insist, a smile brightening your face. “I’ve seen you practice before.”

Levi blushes, his cheeks ready to combust. And he gives up, his fingers intertwine with yours, and the tickling spreads to his heart. “You look beautiful tonight,” he stutters. “I mean you always look—” a sigh. “Never mind.” He looks away, and you take the opportunity to press your lips on his cheek.

How callous you are. What if his heart stops beating for good? Humanity would lose its best asset.

And to make things worse, he spots Hange thumbing up at him. Erwin nods.

He grumbles and fulminates them with a glower. And immediately he mellows when you put your hand on his shoulder and his instinctively falls on your back. Levi leads effortlessly as if his body was made to move in synchro with yours, and for the first time in the night, he smiles, the tension ebbing from his back. You smell like oranges, and it reminds him of summer. This brief moment is an oasis, a shelter from the storm; he knows he shouldn’t get used to the bliss. But at least, he can keep this nerve-fluttering moment in a chest locked in his heart to bring it out when everything turns into a field of chrysanthemums.

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[tomorrowusa]

Trump and the far right have hijacked the word "patriot" so that it now refers to anti-Constitution ignorant thugs who wish to install a Russia-style kleptocratic dictatorship in power in the US.

The difference in how Biden and Trump observed Memorial Day will tell you a lot about how they feel about America.

Joe Biden and Donald Trump marked the Memorial Day national holiday honoring America’s war dead with jarringly divergent messages that promised to foretell the forthcoming US presidential election campaign as a contest of sharply contrasting characters. In a ceremony at Arlington National Cemetery, Biden paid tribute to the fallen as heroes who sacrificed themselves in the service of American democracy and ideals. Meanwhile, Trump, taking to his Truth Social site, took a very different tack – bestowing holiday wishes on those he branded “human scum” and accused them of trying to destroy the country. [ ... ] Identifying his own family with the notion of national sacrifice, Biden highlighted his son Beau, attributing his death from brain cancer nine years ago this week to his exposure to burn pits while serving in the military in Iraq. “The hurt is still real, still raw,” Biden said, after describing the “black hole” that opens up for family members who hear the news of the death of a relative serving in wartime.

Trump delivered one of his trademark holiday "greetings" which was, in reality, a personalized vitriolic diatribe.

Trump’s Memorial Day outburst, which reprised previous holiday volleys of abuse aimed at his enemies and opponents. “Happy Memorial Day to All, including the Human Scum that is working so hard to destroy our Once Great Country, & to the Radical Left, Trump Hating Federal Judge in New York that presided over, get this, TWO separate trials, that awarded a woman, who I never met before (a quick handshake at a celebrity event, 25 years ago, doesn’t count!), 91 MILLION DOLLARS for ‘DEFAMATION,’” he wrote.

Trump couldn't squeeze in even a couple of syllables to thank those who had sacrificed for their country.

Trump is a nepo baby draft dodger whose filthy rich daddy bribed a doctor to claim that little Donny had a "bone spur" which made him ineligible for military service. Since the 1960s Trump has shown no signs of being bothered by a bone spur; he has spent countless hours on golf courses in the past 50+ years.

Trump considers those who served or even died for their country to be "losers" and "suckers".

Exclusive: John Kelly goes on the record to confirm several disturbing stories about Trump

John Kelly, the longest-serving White House chief of staff for Donald Trump, offered his harshest criticism yet of the former president in an exclusive statement to CNN. [ ... ] “What can I add that has not already been said?” Kelly said, when asked if he wanted to weigh in on his former boss in light of recent comments made by other former Trump officials. “A person that thinks those who defend their country in uniform, or are shot down or seriously wounded in combat, or spend years being tortured as POWs are all ‘suckers’ because ‘there is nothing in it for them.’ A person that did not want to be seen in the presence of military amputees because ‘it doesn’t look good for me.’ A person who demonstrated open contempt for a Gold Star family – for all Gold Star families – on TV during the 2016 campaign, and rants that our most precious heroes who gave their lives in America’s defense are ‘losers’ and wouldn’t visit their graves in France." [ ... ] In the statement, Kelly is confirming, on the record, a number of details in a 2020 story in The Atlantic by editor-in-chief Jeffrey Goldberg, including Trump turning to Kelly on Memorial Day 2017, as they stood among those killed in Afghanistan and Iraq in Section 60 at Arlington National Cemetery, and saying, “I don’t get it. What was in it for them?”

Any veteran who would vote for Trump is truly a self-hating loser. Trump has no use for anybody who doesn't enrich him or feed his lust for power.

It speaks poorly of Republicans that they would nominate somebody who heaps disrespect on those who have served in the armed forces.

[windermeresimblr]

Purple Is The Noblest Shroud: Dominus Et Deus

In truth, despite the fulminations of the priests, there is very little difference between the emperor enthroned and an icon (or an idol, depending on one's theological outlook).

One prostrates themselves before him, bowing as deeply as if before an altar.

He sits, wrapped in the purple, dripping with gold and jewels, still as a statue on his throne.

No matter how moving the plea, how dire the reports, he ought not to move a muscle, show no glimmer of human emotion.

And if he speaks--if he speaks! the fervent hope and deepest dread of any courtier who dares to bring a petition!--his word is law from Pannonia to Aegyptus, binding even to the far reaches of the Aelian Wall to the north and the Carthaginian deserts to the west...

[theultimatepumpkinpie]

My first day back on pc from cross-save as been SO productive. I finished Yareli's quest and got her cooking, got two fulmin parts and get that cooking, got two other gold tier prime parts, AND CHECK OUT WHAT I FINALLY FUCKING DID

god it was tight too with 2 seconds left. I thought I had lost it once again but nope. MR28!

[thebestoftragedy]

some things I highlighted in jane eyre

Though it was now dark, I knew he was awake; because I heard him fulminating strange anathemas at finding himself lying in a pool of water.

&

‘In the name of all the elves in Christendom, is that Jane Eyre?’ he demanded.

&

I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking – a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.

&

'You need not think that because we chanced to be born of the same parents, I shall suffer you to fasten me down by even the feeblest claim: I can tell you this – if the whole human race, ourselves excepted, were swept away, and we two stood alone on the earth, I would leave you in the old world, and betake myself to the new.’

&

All I had now to do was to obey him in silence: no need for me to colloquise further. I got over the stile without a word, and meant to leave him calmly. An impulse held me fast – a force turned me round. I said – or something in me said for me, and in spite of me – ‘Thank you, Mr Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you; and wherever you are is my home – my only home.’

&

Is this my pale little elf? Is this my mustard-seed? This little sunny-faced girl with the dimpled cheek and rosy lips; the satin-smooth hazel hair, and the radiant hazel eyes?’ (I had green eyes, reader; but you must excuse the mistake: for him they were new-dyed, I suppose.)

&

And then there are other chances in life far more thrilling and rapture-giving: this is solid, an affair of the actual world, nothing ideal about it: all its associations are solid and sober, and its manifestations are the same. One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah! at hearing one has got a fortune; one begins to consider responsibilities, and to ponder business; on a base of steady satisfaction rise certain grave cares, and we contain ourselves, and brood over our bliss with a solemn brow.

&

‘But I apprised you that I was a hard man,’ said he, ‘difficult to persuade.’ ‘And I am a hard woman – impossible to put off.’ ‘And then,’ he pursued, ‘I am cold: no fervour infects me.’ ‘Whereas I am hot, and fire dissolves ice. The blaze there has thawed all the snow from your cloak; by the same token, it has streamed on to my floor, and made it like a trampled street. As you hope ever to be forgiven, Mr Rivers, the high crime and misdemeanour of spoiling a sanded kitchen, tell me what I wish to know.’

&

‘Brother? Yes; at the distance of a thousand leagues! Sisters? Yes; slaving amongst strangers! I, wealthy – gorged with gold I never earned and do not merit! You, penniless! Famous equality and fraternisation! Close union! Intimate attachment!’

&

‘My first aim will be to clean down (do you comprehend the full force of the expression?) – to clean down Moor House from chamber to cellar; my next to rub it up with bees-wax, oil, and an indefinite number of cloths, till it glitters again; my third, to arrange every chair, table, bed, carpet, with mathematical precision; afterwards I shall go near to ruin you in coals and peat to keep up good fires in every room; and lastly, the two days preceding that on which your sisters are expected will be devoted by Hannah and me to such a beating of eggs, sorting of currants, grating of spices, compounding of Christmas cakes, chopping up of materials for mince-pies, and solemnising of other culinary rites, as words can convey but an inadequate notion of to the uninitiated like you.

&

‘Let us rest here,’ said St John, as we reached the first stragglers of the battalion of rocks, guarding a sort of pass, beyond which the beck rushed down a waterfall; and where, still a little farther, the mountain shook off turf and flower, had only heath for raiment and crag for gem – where it exaggerated the wild to the savage, and exchanged the fresh for the frowning – where it guarded the forlorn hope of solitude, and a last refuge for silence.

[the-heaminator]

Alfred Alisdair Jack and Gilbert's science shenanigans>>Fulminating metals sound so chaotic lmao

That's because it is, because Alfred , as we know, it batshit insane and 100 percent has a science youtube channel that has like 12k subscribers max, is in his shed, and Alisdair, jack and Gilbert are practically co-creators.

Bc Gilbert and Alisdair are both old and crusty a lot of the times they're synthesising or fucking around with banned chemicals that they found in their basement/attic, ie arsenic paint, radium makeup, they synthesize laudanum that one time, available on Alfred's patreon, or are doing how to fix a car.

But in this one specifically, they are synthesising fulminating metals, the first high explosives, bc alfred is curious and he wants to know how the OG high explosives were made.

"Right is this recording?" "Yep!" Jack sidled onto the camera and was immediately shoved off by Alisdair which left Gilbert to introduce "We were asked about the first high explosives, so we are making high explosives." After finishing shoving Jack off set and yelling something that was probably English but no one could be particularly sure "Alfred over there asked about explosives, and because he is by all means a child he didn't know about the history of explosives despite literally having been part of the team that built the goddamn nuclear weapons in the cold war. Gunpowder, black powder do not count, they are primary explosives, for something to be a high explosive it must have a detonation speed of 2500 to 10000 meters a second, they're also awfully touch sensitive some of them. Today we will be making the first few that were ever made in any amount." "The first primary explosives such as gunpowder, shit was made in China in the 800s, go ask him about it, I'm sure he would be happy to enlighten you, but the first high explosives were created in 1590, which seems like a long time ago but then  you think that Henry the eighth could not have conceived a high explosive, made by a cunt called basil who may or may not have actually existed but was well known at the time, fulminating gold." Gilbert interjected "Fulminating means explosive in latin, ie mercury fulminate means explosive mercury, they weren't very creative."

[gremlins-hotel]

Concept

America Australia prussia and Scotland get slightly tipsy and america and Australia start asking about high explosives, high explosives are explosives with a detonation speed of 2500 meters/s to 9000m/s so like gunpowder doesn't count, and the old people start talking about fulminating metals which were the first explosives.

Cut to a few days later where they're completely sober and Prussia and Scotland are showing them about culminating gold silver and platinum, mercury fulminate is not made bc it was widely used and not old enough, Gold fulminate is chill relative to you know, explosives, whole silver culminate is goddamn angry, you touch it and it detonates even if wet.

And through some bulshittery they end up making a youtube channel, Prussia and Scotland do chemistry, America does archaeology with australia and he also does astro and nuclear physics, prussia and Scotland do mechanics and mechanical physics and it's literally just chaos

45 minute long videos making various chemicals, taking probably illegal substances like carbon tetra chloride out of Scotlabds basement because he is a hoarder and doing weird shit with it, america at some point has a bit of uranium, jack also does animal videos and it's just pure chaos.

this is a wild concept that i am 100% down for. straight up. i need these four idiots in my life. jack having the same energy as...god who's that guy that just lets animals fucking bite him? coyote peterson??? gilbert is just gilbert, i would be afraid to know what he can get up to when bored, especially if volatile chemicals are in the mix. alisdair is pulling some whack-a-mamie chemistry shenanigans (i am hoping all four of them are wearing safety gear). alfred making a whole second demon core for the shits and giggles.

how youtube hasn't taken them down, the world may never know. my brother in christ they are playing stupid fuck fuck games and expect to not have consequences? they need adult supervision.

[korlieblog]

Silicon Valley Stunned by the Fulminant Slashed Investments

I actually first read this as alkalizing meaning effecting pH level, and I was like, OK I guess I understand how that could positively effect your body, but alchemizing means turning elements to gold basically through magic. That lead me to research each ingredient because I know alchemy is not actually happening in my body when I eat this, since alchemy is not real. Be fearless in front of them…

[writer59january13]

Neigh say being corralled & cult shod

"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis" translation = thus always I bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering, squabbling, and madding crowds,

an arrogantly belligerent creature deified, yet vilified gauche, haughty lumpenproletariat

decreeing blind, deaf and dumb obeisance, whereby upon forced Sacrificial Altar

erected golden Olympian fleeced perch,

(he acquired, effected, indoctrinated vis-à-vis bloodless coup d'etat) absolute dictatorship jump/ kick starting veneration, albeit forced subservience

buzzfeeding, fostering (long) totalitarian reign crafting ship of state into figurative unwieldy beastly Leviathan through present Century21 incorporating deterministic, fascistic, masochistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, and shamanistic trumpeting

holier than though malevolent fiery bombast

fulminating laws, exuding self worth hortatory exclamations decreeing (by fiat, that no commoner

lest they want an Escort into Crossover realm

he/she cannot afford to Dodge commands, especially if and when Porsche comes to shove Fiats promulgated)

absolute valued flat out sharp devotion

pledging (née requiring) pilgrimages,

where his birthplace sanctified as cultural heritage site, (a humble abode in backwater of Queens) dammed, deemed, and donned

for populace to worship and pay requisite penance de rigueur in order to avoid premature death;

said consecration viz complex edifice analogous to Taj Mahal self declared god enshrined provenance,

where pathway paved with gold courtesy self declared demigod;

(one blimey, flimsy, nasty shortish and brutal Attilla the Hun wannabe),

who served daily dollop of dregs in dirty deeds done dirt cheap demitasse

admiring, fawning, kowtowing, primping, et cetera himself, i.e. a Beatle browed, bobble headed

mop top orange hirsute Talking Head (though likeness of his trademark coiffed haired countenance plastered across every square inch) detested, and feared unto Caesar, whose reflection shone thru and across wall to wall hall of mountain king mirrors; meanwhile Blood, Sweat And Tears for Fears Beastie Beach Boys and Goo Goo Dolls with Hooters aplenty painstakingly enslaved away

raspily, tentatively verily warbling words, (while simultaneously severely afflicted with heebie-jeebies) sung, (albeit barely audible) Stayin' Alive amidst noise of torture chamber smells of burning flesh as evidenced by branded, pierced, snd tattooed rebellious insubordinates invariably found culpable regarding lèse-majesté,

thus futilely skittering helter skelter from his majesty paw sized hands adorned with precious jewels monogrammed

with initials of Frederick Christ Trump Sr within whose grotto the heir found solace, perseverance, and divine guidance inspiring blistering, glorifying hymns punishing, and withering edicts

totally tubular proclamations pronouncing

matter of fact, unquestioned imposed fealty

larger than life persona, endowed

crowned, and accorded self supremacy,

where even divine

cosmic consciousness bows

and trembles acquiescing

toward ornery primate,

whose self crafted patriarchal

mandates imposed unquestioned vows,

where punishment meted out if questioning

of authority appeared to furrow brows

allowing, enabling and providing totalitarian usurper re: free will ordains wows

be uttered and furor

squelched via militaristic might,

whenever fuhrer didst rouse

the public to pay homage

(even if coerced, forced, and induced)

toward faux courtly house

of seized role of Caesar Augustus

enforcing abrogation,

whence sun t'will

dance and rise to douse

the chill from the dawn

early morn, and mother earth

will be delegated to serve

world wide wagstaff slow caucus

as surrogate spouse, parent, big brother.

Dictatorial modus operandi foisted

upon trumped up public enemy re: guarding Visigothic, oligopolistic, hedonistic, and cannibalistic adopted heir of vested gentry

meted staked, and yoked fancyfeast sovereignty

intolerant per crowd-sourced

crowing diehard fulminations

denouncing trick air re:

qua hoodwinked treaty against opprobrious, serious

reign of terror breed

ding steely dang LifeLock

self proclaimed deity

czarist gnome whore

to be (habeas corpus) writ

since this anonymous

cloaked drafted ensign gainsays nothing

as one among populous proletariat

bound and gagged if I don't claim

tyranny rigged by bourgeoisie

and get hung drawn and quartered

as a dire warning damning social compact

left to rot in hell as a capital one threatening misfit.

Postscript:

I started with the premise

and idea of constituting

the cult of personality worship,

but found thoughts trotting off

in another direction,

and thus felt obliged

to saddle and pony up to thine

predominant sad dulled end

product te deum!

[vidasaudeebemestar]

Silicon Valley Stunned by the Fulminant Slashed Investments

I actually first read this as alkalizing meaning effecting pH level, and I was like, OK I guess I understand how that could positively effect your body, but alchemizing means turning elements to gold basically through magic. That lead me to research each ingredient because I know alchemy is not actually happening in my body when I eat this, since alchemy is not real. Be fearless in front of them…

[autodaemonium]

evztnəɛækərissɑvəðvn

Pronounced: evztnuhayakuhrissahvuhthvn.

Pantheon of: south, inscrutability, nature.

Entities

Edəəðizʊəbvtɛtwrnldɪ

Pronounced: eduhuhthizoouhbvtaytwrnldi Legends: nip, masterpiece, hell, gouge. Prophecies: heat. Relations: əðnktðɑtaʊɛdkrwsθnnɛk (mercury fulminate), tɛsəinsədæətklrdtzuz (personal relation), ɪkənɑoɪəsfɪnsyrlpdzl (case-to-infection proportion), idmhnlibhæsfsvnrrnɪv (18-karat gold).

Idmhnlibhæsfsvnrrnɪv

Pronounced: idmhnlibhasfsvnrrniv Legends: final judgment, authorization. Prophecies: track and field. Relations: ɪkənɑoɪəsfɪnsyrlpdzl (prize money), əərɪmrəfvwlfələuszor (financial gain).

Kɪtduwtvɪtɪsməɒɪpndð

Pronounced: kitduwtvitismuhouipndth Legends: pet sitting, collect, cold storage. Prophecies: line-drive single.

Tɛsəinsədæətklrdtzuz

Pronounced: taysuhinsuhdauhtklrdtzuz Legends: sprites, nonresistance, watch, theatrical performance, eightsome. Prophecies: victimless crime, attack, decrepitation, revel. Relations: əərɪmrəfvwlfələuszor (sharing), ɛirkɪgɛəneaɪntnwləbər (low brass), ɪkənɑoɪəsfɪnsyrlpdzl (cost of living).

Ulaɪnhtzgsʒtəðzuibædt

Pronounced: ulainhtzgsztuhthzuibadt Legends: bronco busting, ball. Prophecies: obedience, jumpstart, grazing fire. Relations: edəəðizʊəbvtɛtwrnldɪ (cord blood), idmhnlibhæsfsvnrrnɪv (aluminum bronze).

Əðnktðɑtaʊɛdkrwsθnnɛk

Pronounced: uhthnktthahtowaydkrwsthnnayk Legends: adjournment, fiber optics, respite, boom, earned run. Relations: ɪkənɑoɪəsfɪnsyrlpdzl (urobilin), tɛsəinsədæətklrdtzuz (stock option), kɪtduwtvɪtɪsməɒɪpndð (rebate).

Əərɪmrəfvwlfələuszor

Pronounced: uhuhrimruhfvwlfuhluhuszor Legends: stampede, saber rattling, clamber. Prophecies: eye operation, volleyball, pinball, republication. Relations: ulaɪnhtzgsʒtəðzuibædt (lysergic acid), tɛsəinsədæətklrdtzuz (galliano), əðnktðɑtaʊɛdkrwsθnnɛk (hedge), edəəðizʊəbvtɛtwrnldɪ (slip).

Ɛirkɪgɛəneaɪntnwləbər

Pronounced: ayirkigayuhneaintnwluhbuhr Legends: disembarrassment, guidance. Prophecies: epitaxy. Relations: edəəðizʊəbvtɛtwrnldɪ (sweet gum).

Ɪkənɑoɪəsfɪnsyrlpdzl

Pronounced: ikuhnahoiuhsfinsyrlpdzl Legends: grazing fire. Prophecies: funeral, variolation, hagiolatry, breakthrough, cheep. Relations: əərɪmrəfvwlfələuszor (accretion), ulaɪnhtzgsʒtəðzuibædt (alabaster), əðnktðɑtaʊɛdkrwsθnnɛk (toluene).

[realjediverse]

Small Yacht Market Affected by the Fulminant Slashed Investments

I actually first read this as alkalizing meaning effecting pH level, and I was like, OK I guess I understand how that could positively effect your body, but alchemizing means turning elements to gold basically through magic. That lead me to research each ingredient because I know alchemy is not actually happening in my body when I eat this, since alchemy is not real. Be fearless in front of them…