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im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen to 

spiderman dances to the beat

no matter what song ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour

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Researchers develop novel RNA blood test to detect cancers

Stanford Medicine scientists have created a liquid biopsy test capable of detecting cancers, molecular mechanisms of resistance to treatment

Stanford Medicine researchers have developed a blood test capable of detecting cancers, the ways cancer resists treatments, and tissue injury caused by non-cancerous conditions. The new test analyzes RNA molecules in the bloodstream. This type of RNA is called cell-free RNA because the tiny molecules no longer inhabit a cell. There are always fragments of both DNA and RNA floating in blood – byproducts of natural cell death from all types of tissues and organs throughout the body, including cancerous tumors. The researchers spent more than six years developing novel methods to target messenger RNA in blood and then used it to identify the presence of cancers at different stages, to track resistance to cancer treatment, and to monitor severity of injury to healthy tissue.

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I find the fact that the closest mountain point on earth to the moon, the highest mountain and the tallest mountain are 3 different mountains to be a tiny bit disturbing

Melted purple silly putty

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Out of its hard plastic egg

Oozing onto the carpet

Desperately clinging onto every

Single carpet fiber,

Gripping every particle of dust

Refusing to relinquish its hold.

Picking up newsprint

Backwards

Stretching, warping, distorting

The once clean lines of

Reality. 

Attempts to contain the mess

Only enrage the sticky monster,

Now grasping onto your fingers

Tainting everything you touch.

There is no barrage of cannons, 

No onslaught of arrows.

It just melts into you,

Melds until you are one,

The distinction a long forgotten past

Even washing your hands,

A tacky residue

Remains –

A quiet reminder of the 

Chaos you’ve caused.

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