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A little off normal ain't abnormal, otherwise, we be fudgin' the data. Practic'ly perfect is all patience strives for. Cast the spell, callemagin callemalloutsin, come attend forsake not the gathering of... All ye, all ye, outs in free.... Wombed or un, worst and best, twisted strait straight wait wraith wrath point to point tale to tale story to story from six ways to Sunday, sun's day in my culture, Day one. Gin geni gene-ration day, since light been activating sensation spinning the planetary sweep of balance soft as stillness in perfect peace past undersatanding, aitia yen yanked beyond all that ever mattered when the measurerers in 2019 declare precision stat- balance twixt being and null is set, one part in a measure, one in a ratio, a reasoning, a dis- cerning of one part in all that man can imagine ever, higgs-ified-ish-ly materialwise, reality valances on one part in 10 to the seventy-nine thousandth power. Earthling-wise, you are at least, or worst, or best, one in eight times ten to the nine-th. Therefore, your unique effect on the balance of all that is, is far more than you've been blamed for and far less than you've taken shame for and much less precise than the most concise measurer of evil in you. Moral, aphoristic con clue sion: Do your part. Don't fudge up. Tolerate human imbalance in light of fudging science. Tolerate no evil imbalance in light of fudging philosophy. Read deeper. Be still from time to time. Laugh when laughter fixes the problem, never laugh when laughing makes it worse.
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
The whole fudging world hates an honest man
A little off normal ain't abnormal, otherwise, we be fudgin' the data. Practic'ly perfect is all patience strives for. Cast the spell, callemagin callemalloutsin, come attend forsake not the gathering of... All ye, all ye, outs in free.... Wombed or un, worst and best, twisted strait straight wait wraith wrath point to point tale to tale story to story from six ways to Sunday, sun's day in my culture, Day one. Gin geni gene-ration day, since light been activating sensation spinning the planetary sweep of balance soft as stillness in perfect peace past undersatanding, aitia yen yanked beyond all that ever mattered when the measurerers in 2019 declare precision stat- balance twixt being and null is set, one part in a measure, one in a ratio, a reasoning, a dis- cerning of one part in all that man can imagine ever, higgs-ified-ish-ly materialwise, reality valances on one part in 10 to the seventy-nine thousandth power. Earthling-wise, you are at least, or worst, or best, one in eight times ten to the nine-th. Therefore, your unique effect on the balance of all that is, is far more than you've been blamed for and far less than you've taken shame for and much less precise than the most concise measurer of evil in you. Moral, aphoristic con clue sion: Do your part. Don't fudge up. Tolerate human imbalance in light of fudging science. Tolerate no evil imbalance in light of fudging philosophy. Read deeper. Be still from time to time. Laugh when laughter fixes the problem, never laugh when laughing makes it worse.
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