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The cell is the cell of the cell
Cells within cells within cells, interlinked
And blood-black nothingness began to spin… A system of cells interlinked within cells interlinked within cells interlinked within one stem… And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.
Cells.
Cells.
Have you ever been in an institution? Cells.
Cells.
Do they keep you in a cell? Cells.
Cells.
When you’re not performing your duties do they keep you in a little box? Cells.
Cells.
Interlinked.
Interlinked.
What’s it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Did they teach you how to feel finger to finger? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Do you dream about being interlinked?
Interlinked.
What’s it like to hold your child in your arms? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Do you feel that there’s a part of you that’s missing? Interlinked.
Interlinked.
Within cells interlinked.
Within cells interlinked.
Why don’t you say that three times: Within cells interlinked.
Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked.
the mitochondria is the cell of the cell
The cell wall is the wall of the cell
Finally one I can remember
For real? Any tips for those of us having problems?
The cell membrane is the thin veneer of respectability of the cell
The cytoplasmic ribonucleoprotein is the office guy who’s always around but nobody knows what his job is.
of the cell
The midichlorian is the light saber of the cell.
[Playful] Don’t force it there.
The cell membrane is the wall of the cell. I know it’s less catchy, but human cells don’t have a cell wall.
Human cells also don’t have chloroplasts. Maybe the cell membrane is the fence of the cell.
The Human is the Fediverse of cells.
Some of them seem a bit obtuse. “Municipal hall” doesn’t immediately conjure a vivid image of it’s role.
The Undertaker threw Mankind off hell of the cell
This shit gives me existential dread and hope.
Like the complexity of cells might as well be an alien civilization, but all that somehow results in something that it’s like to be me. That’s so fundamentally mysterious, all I can do is conclude that consciousness has to be the prior of the universe. So on the one hand I’m nothing, and on the other, maybe I’m immortal. I won’t know until I’m dead.
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The cell walls are the walls of the cells :p
the cell is stored in the walls
There’s a wall on that cell, like some sort of… Cell wall-
Wait, say that again
the mitochondrion is the powerhouse of the cell
Edit: the joke has already been made here.
Ok now do the ye olde version
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“what part of the cell is the red arrow pointing at?”
Well, I’ve got a 50/50 shot if I exclude “B. Hair” and “D. Eyeball”
