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All sorrow is perpendicular occurring at right angles of tragedy encircling the grief-stricken with straight edges only once intersecting across infinite planes— Don't dare draw the lines between points or shade the region with limits or curves because the trajectories of bullets are plotted on branes intolerant of slightest triangulation Woe unto the seekers of sine waves sobbing thinking of filling every trough believing surely by now we've offered enough to sate these bloodthirsty Euclidean demons Cresting won't ever arrive in this course filled to the brim with asymptotes, cold corollaries but never spilling over under our sacred pledge of allegiance to the 2nd Parallel Postulate No intersections can be admitted with thoughts & prayers extending outward barely co-planar serious public policy proposals axiomatic insistence on the Nirvana Theorem or nothing A set of all points remains, mutually exclusive motionless and always incongruent clueless about their own particular geometries awaiting radical Pythagorean salvation Some paradigm we’ve built here though! Two hundred years of living polygonal hand to elliptical mouth without tangential reflection on the unproven flatness of humanspace.
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
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All sorrow is perpendicular occurring at right angles of tragedy encircling the grief-stricken with straight edges only once intersecting across infinite planes— Don't dare draw the lines between points or shade the region with limits or curves because the trajectories of bullets are plotted on branes intolerant of slightest triangulation Woe unto the seekers of sine waves sobbing thinking of filling every trough believing surely by now we've offered enough to sate these bloodthirsty Euclidean demons Cresting won't ever arrive in this course filled to the brim with asymptotes, cold corollaries but never spilling over under our sacred pledge of allegiance to the 2nd Parallel Postulate No intersections can be admitted with thoughts & prayers extending outward barely co-planar serious public policy proposals axiomatic insistence on the Nirvana Theorem or nothing A set of all points remains, mutually exclusive motionless and always incongruent clueless about their own particular geometries awaiting radical Pythagorean salvation Some paradigm we’ve built here though! Two hundred years of living polygonal hand to elliptical mouth without tangential reflection on the unproven flatness of humanspace.
I wrote the first draft of this after Orlando. Insomnia brought me back to finally edit and publish it two months later.
rj-days
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
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