It’s an implantable prosthesis called a brain-machine-brain interface — it has the potential to revolutionize the way traumatic brain injury (TBI) is treated in humans
The grievance along with evolution of mankind has never been whittled down and instead triggered off two kinds of big distinctions: crime and revolution, which also subverts the hidden regulation of bending the rule rather than breaking the rule. The criminal is prone to destruct the world with non-humanity; the revolutionary is inclined to construct the world with humanity. The motility of hashers however reflects credit on the entropy conversion of the life and death of a system and jogs human’s memory of which the divine punishment is always sure but slow.
Crisp air and azure sky entice the people into outdoor activity. If and when the frigid breeze rouses the bodies to winter time. The maverick hares shepherd 30-plus hashers through an out of the usual way to take a great breath of the nature by running and walking. First off, no water to supply in the starting point and while hitting the first beer stop at a godforsaken brash, RA Sleazy Rider as hare shoulders a queen-size thermos bottle of mulled wine all the way to warm up the hashers, where the hashers discover a 2m-long and 1m-wide turtle-shaped stone statue placing a corner, the local breaks down it is seventh son of nine sons of the dragon who is in charge of loading the stele and the post, called BiXi. And it’s proof positive that a tomb built for a prince in Qing dynast. Certainly the tag system is clear-cut, tricky though, it does not stump restless hashers.
Some bear themselves with the exposure of skins in running from blood heat such as Chip and Dale, Pickle Boy, Just Alex and so forth, burning with wind; Waiting For It yields no ground to rush ahead; yet at the Three Way and Open Check, Lost In Marks and Spencer has gimlet eyes to pierce through the confusion of hashers for many times; the footsteps of hashers are left on the streets, foot bridge and alleyways all over. The couples of Oh Shit traps are trudged readily, even a new gimmick that a pudgy letter h crouches down on a single plinth, but this removable square stone was moved to disparate direction. A few vanguard of hashers move on apace as per the arrow of sign for a streak of distance with nothing and have to go back to the last mark that that stone pier was somehow corrected to the right way. You couldn’t give a damn with being red as a turkey cock? Rearing its ugly head ineluctably, to like it or lump it. Gee ho…
Unwittingly, the home bar crops out before the eyes. Just feel so short trail today and different indeed. It seems the hashers centered about the home bar to draw a big revolution with diameter of one mile or so. In the meanwhile, the second beer stop is sited to another anear bar where the small group of walkers led by the hare Pretty Woman are playing somewhat game, more and more hashers take part in it, namely Mashup—two half-sized basketball backboard chiselled a 8cm-wide hole on midmost above separately are put down slantwise in a dip angle of 30 degrees on the ground over against being apart from 10m round. Two parties respectively stand on two ends to sling 5cm-wide sandbags at the other hole on the backboard each other, i.e., Margaricunt, Mistress, Just Karachi, Bjorn Again, Just Brin, Just Parti, Just Benny, Red Snatcher, Transylvestite, Six Kuai Short, Rabbit, Just Chris, Fire In The Hole, Nibble, Noah’s Arse, Just Sam, Bearded Clam, and the like. Only observing CumShot shot twice; Undulator who cannot find out her popsickle looks like a bit sour.
Dreaming Semen and his girlfriend both in Santa Clause’s caps wear bobbish verves all along, a pair of perfect match delegate a kind spirit from high latitude, which can’t help but calling to mind of doing maths from addition to multiplication until making an equation, they can accumulate the formula operation to zenith. Bless them! Nut Pirate flashes into the jubilation of hashers; RA Comes On Vacation convenes a down-down circle on the roadside; GM Life Of Pee and Co-GM Dazed and Confused in sequence presides over the particular proceeding. The fits of cheers are thankful for the gig of hare team, co-hare Just Cathy gets her bum gut by drinking the water for second high tide; Life Of Pee takes out two packs of colorful candy cane to award peculiar hashers; the chortles and carols integrate into an ocean of joviality. The half repast at home bar. Just Jazes as latestcomer wedges in for food; Pretty Woman standing on the chair psalms a chorus with Swing Low in the end, then the part shift to the next bar for a final drinking. The names of these two bars intimate a growth trajectory as a human being from the Grinders to the Brick.
It’s an implantable prosthesis called a brain-machine-brain interface — it has the potential to revolutionize the way traumatic brain injury (TBI) is treated in humans
The grievance along with evolution of mankind has never been whittled down and instead triggered off two kinds of big distinctions: crime and revolution, which also subverts the hidden regulation of bending the rule rather than breaking the rule. The criminal is prone to destruct the world with non-humanity; the revolutionary is inclined to construct the world with humanity. The motility of hashers however reflects credit on the entropy conversion of the life and death of a system and jogs human’s memory of which the divine punishment is always sure but slow.
Crisp air and azure sky entice the people into outdoor activity. If and when the frigid breeze rouses the bodies to winter time. The maverick hares shepherd 30-plus hashers through an out of the usual way to take a great breath of the nature by running and walking. First off, no water to supply in the starting point and while hitting the first beer stop at a godforsaken brash, RA Sleazy Rider as hare shoulders a queen-size thermos bottle of mulled wine all the way to warm up the hashers, where the hashers discover a 2m-long and 1m-wide turtle-shaped stone statue placing a corner, the local breaks down it is seventh son of nine sons of the dragon who is in charge of loading the stele and the post, called BiXi. And it’s proof positive that a tomb built for a prince in Qing dynast. Certainly the tag system is clear-cut, tricky though, it does not stump restless hashers.
Some bear themselves with the exposure of skins in running from blood heat such as Chip and Dale, Pickle Boy, Just Alex and so forth, burning with wind; Waiting For It yields no ground to rush ahead; yet at the Three Way and Open Check, Lost In Marks and Spencer has gimlet eyes to pierce through the confusion of hashers for many times; the footsteps of hashers are left on the streets, foot bridge and alleyways all over. The couples of Oh Shit traps are trudged readily, even a new gimmick that a pudgy letter h crouches down on a single plinth, but this removable square stone was moved to disparate direction. A few vanguard of hashers move on apace as per the arrow of sign for a streak of distance with nothing and have to go back to the last mark that that stone pier was somehow corrected to the right way. You couldn’t give a damn with being red as a turkey cock? Rearing its ugly head ineluctably, to like it or lump it. Gee ho…
Unwittingly, the home bar crops out before the eyes. Just feel so short trail today and different indeed. It seems the hashers centered about the home bar to draw a big revolution with diameter of one mile or so. In the meanwhile, the second beer stop is sited to another anear bar where the small group of walkers led by the hare Pretty Woman are playing somewhat game, more and more hashers take part in it, namely Mashup—two half-sized basketball backboard chiselled a 8cm-wide hole on midmost above separately are put down slantwise in a dip angle of 30 degrees on the ground over against being apart from 10m round. Two parties respectively stand on two ends to sling 5cm-wide sandbags at the other hole on the backboard each other, i.e., Margaricunt, Mistress, Just Karachi, Bjorn Again, Just Brin, Just Parti, Just Benny, Red Snatcher, Transylvestite, Six Kuai Short, Rabbit, Just Chris, Fire In The Hole, Nibble, Noah’s Arse, Just Sam, Bearded Clam, and the like. Only observing CumShot shot twice; Undulator who cannot find out her popsickle looks like a bit sour.
Dreaming Semen and his girlfriend both in Santa Clause’s caps wear bobbish verves all along, a pair of perfect match delegate a kind spirit from high latitude, which can’t help but calling to mind of doing maths from addition to multiplication until making an equation, they can accumulate the formula operation to zenith. Bless them! Nut Pirate flashes into the jubilation of hashers; RA Comes On Vacation convenes a down-down circle on the roadside; GM Life Of Pee and Co-GM Dazed and Confused in sequence presides over the particular proceeding. The fits of cheers are thankful for the gig of hare team, co-hare Just Cathy gets her bum gut by drinking the water for second high tide; Life Of Pee takes out two packs of colorful candy cane to award peculiar hashers; the chortles and carols integrate into an ocean of joviality. The half repast at home bar. Just Jazes as latestcomer wedges in for food; Pretty Woman standing on the chair psalms a chorus with Swing Low in the end, then the part shift to the next bar for a final drinking. The names of these two bars intimate a growth trajectory as a human being from the Grinders to the Brick.
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