From the The Universal Household Assistant or What Every One Should Know (1884):

Guano — test for its purity. — The weight affords the easiest test for the purity of guano. A bushel of pure Peruvian guano, according to most authorities, should weigh almost exactly seventy pounds. If heavier than seventy-three pounds, it is adulterated with clay, sand, marl, or some other impurity

swiped from dan4th:

another year I thought that the version of PhotoShop that came with Orac (the name I have given to the used computer purpleglitter recently bought me) was the scaled down version, unlike the professional version on Clementine. I woke up well this morning and was hoping for a very productive Project Schedule. Skye is egg bound with a soft shell egg. sometimes the only thing that makes death unappealing is that I do not believe it ends existence. dan4th took a couple pictures of me in the sunlight last weekend. Take also unto thee wheat, and barley, and beans, and lentils, and millet, and spelt, and put them in one vessel, and make bread of it. I thought that I could not be any more disgusted by the Bush administration, but his response to the Israeli assault on Lebanon has proved me wrong. I've improved some of my old userpics. I had a great time this evening celebrating purpleglitter's birthday with zarthon, recoiling, and of course purpleglitter. The paste of purity has run its course and I have scrubbed it off the wall of corruption. Yesterday, President Bush told Iraqi Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki, "This business about graceful exit just simply has no realism to it at all."

strobe light
loud music
turn down
but not off
i saw exploding circles earlier
and posiden
and ritual people in a forest
caring staffs
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trauma x
here we are
floating
not thinking so much
purity of thought
moving
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i appear to be doing three dots three dots three dots again
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will i rebel?
will i slip in an extra dot just to be different?
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purity of experience
i love purity of experience
it's just you and i here
hello
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how are you?
where do you find yourself now?
why are you here?
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what am i doing here?
i'm just sitting here
that is what i am doing
traveling down the page
typing my where somewhere
i'm a bit lost
and don't know where i'm going at the moment
but i'm sure i'll find something interesting
always do
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i need to get some acid
pot and the strobe light are one thing
but with acid i think i could break through all this
this
this clutter
meant to distract me
i know
i designed it
i just have to figure out why
but i designed it specifically to hide why
which is very annoying
but i have played this game for many years now
i know how it works
i need some acid
make a few adjustments to the rules
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where am i?
in someplace else
i'm not in the outer "reality"
but i'm communicating with it
are you there?
or are you here?
still reading
wondering if i'll rebel
add that forth dot
leave one off
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maybe i won't
maybe by not rebelling today i'll be different
i'll rebel by not rebelling
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my foot is asleep
i can't move
i am frozen
only my fingers and eyes have movement
everywhere else
i'm frozen
where are the doors
i don't have to move to reach them
i can move the doors toward me instead
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good journey

so here i am.
strobe in the back
sitting at the keyboard
i am supposed to be typing something
something hopefully interesting
when read later by me or others

the music mixes with the light
touches the light
i see the music
i see the interference patterns it makes with the strobe light
i am still sitting here
that's the sitting here update
that's to remind myself what i'm doing
i'm sitting here typing
if i didn't occasionally remind myself of that
i would forget
and i don't know exactly where that would leave us
if i forgot that i was here typing. sitting
no corrections
keep the stream
bubbles of reference
the music and strobe are beautiful
everything moves with me
edit thought
there are places i don't want to go
i know they are there
i don't know where they are
i don't want to know where they are
i don't want to there
in my mind are these places
it hurts when i get to close
it hurts now.
i don't like thinking about those places
i'll stop doing that
flashing light
purple
colours
rainbows
pre-paid phone card
look
touch
dance
refreshing energy
echoing slightly
i don't want to go into echoing
but i'm echoing on purpose right now
so i might as well go into echoing
echoing is very complicated
i don't want to make this post about it
anyway. i will end with and explanation
echoing is thinking about how you would describe an event instead of more purely experiencing it.
that's the end of this post.
or rather this is.

Purity of experience is very important to me. Very important. It can be degraded very easily. A stupid comment during a pivotal scene in a movie or seeing a spoiler beforehand can degrade the experience of watching the scene for the first time, and contaminate all future viewings. A toilet flushing down the hall can degrade the experience of a piece of music. Just as can sucky speakers like mine or humming electronics in the background.

One of the most common contaminants of experience are stray thoughts. They can pop into any experience. They're nasty hazards to people obsessed with purity of experience like me. I'm always trying to escape them. Keep them out of my head. But I don't want to start thinking about keeping them out of my head, because thinking that causes is a thought that also deteriorate the experience.

Purity of experience can be elusive, but it can be achieved.

I want to cut again. I already did a little. The last cutting wasn't pure. It was tainted by thoughts of food. I don't want to cut over food. I have better cutting to do. Pure cutting. Let my blood flow, because the pain heals me. The ugliness complements my ugliness. Let me bleed. Let my skin break. Let me feel my pain on my arms and my leg. Let the torments of my soul come forth onto my flesh. Let it.