{a mind game during intermission}
there were reveries recorded while telling the tale.
the teller was taken up, some say,
at the throne, say others,
in the spirit, others still
thy will be don on earth as in heaven was bound to be done
once, upon a time, very similar to this one. We had clocks aware of all we counted or qua n-tuple times pi is as fine a guess
as ever has been made, since the first fortythree.
We have so many things in common. Tuples and Hitchens survival for one,
and I have my integrity integrated despite the ergotic episode of daring/
[
A property of continuous dynamical systems that is the opposite of ergodicity is complete integrability.
From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ergodic_theory> ]
]
What? You missed that? I dared you.
do you feel odd? irrational? pyramidic-pi-eyed?
Wait, we need a date,
then, we syn crow own, oh god the hieroglyphs include all types of idle words
we need order, C# or, no, no, no
all things are possible
this is the quarkish
conclusion.
Play again, kid?
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
{a mind game during intermission}
there were reveries recorded while telling the tale.
the teller was taken up, some say,
at the throne, say others,
in the spirit, others still
thy will be don on earth as in heaven was bound to be done
once, upon a time, very similar to this one. We had clocks aware of all we counted or qua n-tuple times pi is as fine a guess
as ever has been made, since the first fortythree.
We have so many things in common. Tuples and Hitchens survival for one,
and I have my integrity integrated despite the ergotic episode of daring/
[
A property of continuous dynamical systems that is the opposite of ergodicity is complete integrability.
From <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ergodic_theory> ]
]
What? You missed that? I dared you.
do you feel odd? irrational? pyramidic-pi-eyed?
Wait, we need a date,
then, we syn crow own, oh god the hieroglyphs include all types of idle words
we need order, C# or, no, no, no
all things are possible
this is the quarkish
conclusion.
Play again, kid?
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