Bismuth (pronounced /ˈbɪzməθ/) is a chemical element that has the symbol Bi and atomic number 83. This heavy, brittle, white crystalline trivalent poor metal has a pink tinge and chemically resembles arsenic and antimony. Of all the metals, it is the most naturally diamagnetic, and only mercury has a lower thermal conductivity. It is generally considered to be the last naturally occurring stable, non-radioactive element on the periodic table, although it is actually slightly radioactive, with an extremely long half-life.



Bismuth compounds are used in cosmetics, medicines, and in medical procedures. As the toxicity of lead has become more apparent in recent years, alloy uses for bismuth metal as a replacement for lead have become an increasing part of bismuth's commercial importance.
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I love the word, Bismuth. It comes to me in the night, right out of a dream. "Bismuth."

It lingers there behind my frontal cortex, titillating me as I finger my pockets searching for one more forgotten cigarette. It loves me as I love to hear it spoken.

I can't get over the sound of the word!

I went on a date with Miss Molly, the superbly-endowed chemist who supplies me with my concoctions at the pharmacy. We stopped for drinks before deciding whether or not to do the deed that night. The place was a country tavern, full of innocent-looking underage drinkers and their soaked dogs, all stinking of the rain and reminding me of damp felt under a spoiled carpet.

I asked Molly, "Could you do me a favor?"

"Depends," she said.

"No. It has nothing to do with incontinence. I just want you to speak the word "Bismuth" for me."

"Let's go," she said. "You just made me really horny."

Oh what a magic word, bismuth.

"Check please!"

(Writing exercise - 04/09/09)
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TAQUITO NIGHT

I had to add this:

I have corn tortillas. I have ground sirloin. I have (fat free) refied beans.

I have taquito ingredients!

Off to the kitchen, my friends.