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Abraham (/ˈeɪbrəˌhæm, -həm/ (Hebrew: אַבְרָהָם, listen )), birthname Abram, is the first of the three biblical patriarchs. His story, told in chapters 11 through 25 of the Book of Genesis, plays a prominent role in Judaism, Christianity, Islam and the Bahá'í Faith.
According to Jewish tradition and the Bible's internal chronology, Abraham was born in the year 1948 from Creation (1813 BCE). To date, there has been little if any archaeological or other scientific evidence to confirm his existence at that time. Scholars variously consider Abraham to have lived as late as the seventh century BCE, or that he is a later, literary construct and not a historical person. Potentially, excavation of his traditional burial site, the Cave of the Patriarchs at Hebron, along with carbon dating and/or DNA analysis from the bodies in comparison with the shared Y-chromosomal genes among Jewish and Arab people, his patriarchal offspring by tradition, could provide evidence confirming his existence and chronology.
"The Answer" is a science fiction short story written by H. Beam Piper. It is not a part of either Piper’s Terro-Human Future History series nor his Paratime series.
It made its first appearance in the December 1959 issue of Fantastic Universe Science Fiction.
It is 1984, fifteen years since the nuclear war between the United States and the Soviet Union devastated the entire northern half of the planet Earth, and now nuclear scientists Professor Doctor Lee Richardson and Comrade Professor Alexis Petrovitch Pitov are working together on a project in Argentina. During their research, they have created fifteen kilograms of negamatter iron, and they are going to drop it from space to see what happens.
The resulting explosion has a very distinctive signature, and Dr. Richardson realizes that that signature is the same as the one that occurred at Auburn, New York. The American government had assumed that the explosion was the result of a premeditated attack by the Soviets, and had retaliated, resulting in a general exchange of nuclear weapons. During the course of analyzing the Argentinean explosion Dr. Richardson realizes that the “Auburn Bomb” was not a bomb after all, but a negamatter meteor.
If it pours when you rain
Can it pour on me?
Can I sip a little slower?
Can you moan on beat?
Couple questions I got picturing your feet
Like saying kicks but them shits don't stink
Like you wear them every day them Converse pinks
And you got them tights on that can make your pink
Stand out, no doubt, Imma dive right in
Give me a minute, I need the right timing
You know it's real when she says time out
Hear them sounds coming down as the air climbs out
First round kinda quick, first course of the meal
You know, going kinda slow, tryna find your feel
Stick around, be the entree, shaking it real
You need a rap cause it's a wrap, I just fucked that deal
You made with Tammy when she did your hair late last week
Now we sweat up on the pillow in these two tone sheets
I mean, I got some questions, you know what it be
How you smell so good? Why you running these streets?
How's your smile so righteous, the prettiest teeth?
Why you taste like a five star bonne appetite?
I mean, I got some questions, you know what it is
How you stay on point while you handling beers?
How you look so fine with no makeup on?
Yeah, these questions could make this song
She was tatted on the back
And it blew my mind
Usually I wouldn't waste no time, but
She was tatted on the back
It was so divine
Used my fingers to trace them lines
She was tatted on the back
Yeah, I love that shit
Inked up, she was so damn fine
She was tatted on the back
Yeah, she was tatted on the back
Oh me, oh my, oh you won't tap
So fast, so slow, so we don't stop
Your ass could pass as a perfect ten
It ain't all about the booty, you the perfect blend
Tell me, how you make your morning breathe stink so good?
Like, that beach melon that the toothpaste should
Like, you got them eyes that can brighten the hood
So every single minute I be feeling I could
When I'm next to you the snooze button stay on repeat
It's like five more minutes, we can kiss in our sleep
It's like five more minutes, we can wrinkle the sheets
It's like five more minutes, I can play with your cheeks
How your skin so smooth baby, I gotta know
How you working three jobs and still go to the store
Buying groceries and numerous things you like to get
Meanwhile, what a style to slow, so keep it fresh
You don't play no games, you ain't about it
Messing with the same old lames who ain't grounded
You prepared to make that change if they ain't clowning
I could be the man you need, I'm well rounded
You don't play no games, you ain't about it
Messing with the same old lames who ain't grounded
You prepared to make that change if they ain't clowning
I could be the man you need, let's do it right
She was tatted on the back
She was tatted on the back
She was tatted on the back
She was tatted on the back