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There is no such thing as a special category of science called applied science; there is science and its applications, which are related to one another as the fruit is related to the tree that has borne it.

I wanted to bathe in plum juice, rediscover my body and adorn it in kiwi circles.

Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond. Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin' comin' up glowin' Fruit of jewels all shinin' in the sun. Colors of the rainbow. See the sun and the rain grow sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just ripenin' in the shade, just ready for the squeezin' into green jade wine. Pure gold corn there, Blowin' in the warm air. Ol' crow nibblin' on the amnythyst seeds. In between the diamonds, Ol' man Simon crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds. Pink pearl berries, all you can carry, put 'em in a bushel and haul 'em into town. Up in the tree there's opal nuts and gold pears- Hurry quick, grab a stick and shake some down. Take a silver tater, emerald tomater, fresh plump coral melons. Hangin' in reach. Ol' man Simon, diggin' in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one... real... peach.

It be urged that the wild and uncultivated tree, hitherto yielding sour and bitter fruit only, can never be made to yield better; yet we know that the grafting art implants a new tree on the savage stock, producing what is most estimable in kind and degree. Education, in like manner, engrafts a new man on the native stock, and improves what in his nature was vicious and perverse into qualities of virtue and social worth.

Science n_ Shit in a Hip-Hop Style with Stephen Hawking(Kick-snare, kick-kick snare).__et me tell you my plan for the human race, well I would but I can__,__os I can__ move me face,So my computerised voice is how I__l go, I type with me eye to keep the flowWe__e all gonna go live in outer spaceWhere zero gravity will stop me dribbling all over the placeI__l tell y__ll how I__l get there:With some rockets built into me special wheel chairThe moons of Jupiter, in perfect animationWe__l all live in a huge space stationI__l be able to dance and chase all the fannyAnd finally get me end away with me nanny.__cience n_ Shit in a Hip-Hop Style with Stephen Hawking II__rom the moons of Ganymede, Io & Titan, I__l tell y__ll somethin_ that__ sure to enlightenIn space, there are galaxies nebula & starsAnd dying suns that are going super no-vaBut no anomalies can compare, To how much I wanna run my fingers through your hairSir Patrick Moore, a true space oracle, With your knowledge of cheats and gorgeous monocleI__ coming out as gay, and I don__ give a hootI__ the first fuckin_ vegetable that turned into a fruitWord.

As one who appreciated the tragic side of eating, it seemed to him that anything other than fruit for dessert implied a reprehensible frivolity, and cakes in particular ended up annihilating the flavour of quiet sadness that must be allowed to linger at the end of a great culinary performance.

Fruit falls when you shake the tree. You have to keep making things happen.

The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet.

The world was a tough and unfair place, but even the most hardened soul likes to chew on fruit.

A sweet fruit for a sweet fight.

Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.

Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb.

The bitterest fruit tastes sweet when you share it with someone you love.

Your kisses are like miracle fruit that sweetens my life without ruining my diet.

Just like an angel, the lovely one and the cuteAll the beauty together in your funny sulky looks Innocent, like the kids, like the pigeons in my garden Magnetic attraction, awesome, amazing and the super astuteImmortal charming, like the moon and the starsElegant, stylish, you must be very tasty, fruit

When alone, concentrate on the fruits of the solitude, not on the poisons of it!

Plant the trees just for beauty,If flowers bloom or fruits ripen, Enjoy it as a gift and appreciate nature as a universal giver.

Why does that kid think so highly of himself?""Kids that think they're so smart.They're everywhere! Destroy is self-esteem!""Yes...I really do think highly of myself.People like me should get a taste of the ups and downs of life! Sorry I'm so envious.I will reflect upon this. Please don't be angry."Ah..um..""There, I said it now. Are you satisfied?" ........"Bye