i'm starting to think the chinese are good at numbers
only because of the complexity of their ideograms,
and the rather unspectacular phonetic result,
li chew - ******* inimpresionable given
the effort... li chow chewy chow mein -
uncle benny doing his:
it's fwy wice you pwick!
letheal weapon no. 4,
chris rock and leo getz exchange,
pomp, pwick,
perp... you get the idea,
zenith of: americana with not fear,
before the empire with its advancements,
shattered by the most barbaric antithesis,
in war, that's called: let's keep it simple,
those a.i. soldiers won't keep up,
they'll never spot a caveman running into
the cave...
the idiots outsmarted the geniuses,
how's that evolution for you?
working alright?!
in every war, the idiots win,
because the all-powerful care to
pretending power,
better to fake being stupid,
as the socratic maxim states:
than pretend to be smart,
there's no power in pretending to
almighty...
god the idiot took the bus,
god the fake, bought a Ferrari.
you do the math.
hence my fascination with
the asiatics' ability with math...
did it really take so many
matchsticks to combine syllables?
they have no units of language,
they deal with syllables...
which makes numbers so simple...
to me sudoku is counting matchsticks,
i.e.:
# / \ / / \ \ \ / - | - |
- - | | | - | -
| | - -
- - | | | - - | - | | -,
i don't see numbers, i see that...
it's called spelling in anti-ideogram
formation... MMIX becomes 2009 -
or: give or take
| | \ / / -
i know i'm missing parts,
but mathematics for the chinese is
like braille for the europeans,
less braille and more morse code...
it's called the 4/9 ratio...
1, 2, 3, 5, 7 are skeletons of
the ideogram...
0 doesn't count,
it's squished coded omicron,
akin to iota as 1...
6 a b,
7 gamma in mirror...
5 an S...
arab talking ****:
who said you inherited intventing
the numbers,
your little las vegas in the desert,
that **** is gonna fail, big, time.
you gonna get to keep your puppy
princes, and by god:
i hope to god that they drag you beyod
hades, into the recesses of tartarus.
arabs belong in tartarus,
that special place in the unearthed
thought: where things are
punishable for being, squandered.
leisure! man claimed leisure,
with gold he claimed blood,
with oil man claimed leisure!
i have as much allegiance
to this being, as i have to
recuperate for some d.n.a. stash of
obligations to: keeping up the hard-on...
the **** would it matter what i
take of my descendent half-wit
grandson does with his life?!
who does these square-faced
investigations asking for generational
gaps being filled?
am i really to be
asked for allegiance to a people after
death, in nota re viva?
the **** is up with this
resurrection in scientific terms of
investing in the genes...
do genes have faces, personalities?
thought so, they don't!
i hate, i hate empowering
humanists by popularising science...
when i solve an ideogram i see
the opposite of the de-constructed ideogram
that is complex, but nothing more
than Li Po...
******* un-extravagant,
caveman talk...
# / \ / / \ \ \ / - | - |
- - | | | - | -
| | - -
- - | | | - - | - | | -,
that's what i reconstruct numbers with in
a sudoku... by counting matchsticks and skews...
hey... look: 'ere's jack! it's pixel,
so hardly the lost wonky of
a spacing exacted to perfecting
a sheet of cloth.
6 8 3 1 9 5 7 4 2
7 1 2 3 9
2 9 3 1 6
9 6 4 1 5
5 7 6 3 8 2 4 9 1
1 5 7 9 8
4 1 6 5 3
3 5 1 8 7
8 6 7 2 5 3 9 1 4
you want me to give you prove to you
that i'm not autistic?
i'd **** your granny, and call her
Spencer, to simply prove my point
that i'm right-on the ibidem mark,
as frequenting prostitutes originates from,
was i ever a man that would allow
darwinism to invoke a game
of mating by hunting mechanisation for
a supposed "thrill"?
sure ****, there's thrill
in running after a football,
but is there any authentic thrill
running around for a woman?
sports kinda killed the idea of having
to compete for woman,
given that in other cultures women
will **** off any idea of competition,
congregating in harems;
unless i'm a cannibal i am about as
competitive about women as
i am "competitive" in replicating ****
*** with my hand,
or imitating the alternative to deer
cannibalising a woman's body...
so... where's the competition?
darwinism became so self-assured that it
could only continue within the
theatre of comedy...
no one takes it seriously these days,
only comedians,
because there's no actual evolutionary
essential requirement for a coliseum -
there's the existential requirement to
become distracted from time to time...
but essentially: one can
become distracted as much by a blank
piece of paper, as one can be
distracted by a coliseum...
to be honest whenever i watch
a football match life, i'm enthralled rather
than distracted...
darwinism lost to pop culture,
since it became populist and anti
scientific...
we understand more
of darwinism than the concept
of entropy...
it's easy
take a monkey, find a humanoid,
and then consider man...
i'm not saying it's wrong,
all i'm saying is...
imagine if the greeks or the roman
defined beauty by knowing they
could always mould statues of gorillas,
rather than the statues of their celebration
of beauty bound in man:
**** transit, rather than **** genesis...
would we be where we are with
transgender, anorexia, bulimia,
objectification,
gluttony,
had we not left the monkey on
the tree, and man originating in a cave?
