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Dear Math, I wrote this letter to let you know how I feel about you. The thing is much as you love me so much, we can never be an Item when all you do is torture my brain and break my heart. You claim to be a linguist, yet you know none of my languages. You don't know Kiswahili neither do you know English and only speak Algebra and statistics...I loathe you for all you do is play on my mind with words like Sigma and Meu, factorial and co-factor.You claim you want to be the only one but still ask me to find your X without even telling me Y.Well, grow up and solve your own problems because I'm tired of solving them for you.Just walk out of my life forever and not temporarily like the dew. You have hurt me enough with razors of matrices, pinched me simultaneously and never asked me whether I believed in your ancient beliefs like those of Pythagoras or not. We were never meant to be. I found a new one, her name is literature and she loves me so much.I won't apologize for saying I hate you because It's unfair apologizing for saying the truth. Yours with anger
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
MY LETTER TO MATHEMATICS
you sowed this **** into my brain... why do you even "think" that i want... you?              i, want your children... the meme-mutation is what i'm after...    and there are plenty of useful idiots to allow me to process the intermediating processes for: the sigma, "accomplishment"; which is unlike what infected mushroom's -   trance party track sounds like, outside of my own head. why do these people even think i'm after their genes of memes?                 i want, their infantile replicas...                  i want to craft a worthwhile curiosity, on a canvas, that that they call their gene replicas, children, and... like why called me... easy meat..                  einfachfleisch... what?     i'm not here for these news' anchors... i'm here for their children... nibble nibble nibble chew chow cow tow and main...             prawn crackers... ah... news anchors are easy targets...     slightly pointless 20x bulls eye honing devices... it's their children...      i want their children...     i want their cognition to become replica of wheelchair bound infirmaries; why?     oh... you know... football and wrestling, given the Qatar investment plan... the whole sport "thing" became a tad bit boring...   had to resort to secondary sources of entertainment; children of news anchors? the secondary, "last", albeit, the best resort;    schindler...   required a list,      to become reincarnated... and revive a **** a heartlessness of an reincarnation     anomaly:   i.e.: what, a limited number of people, to begin with?!      so the rest is primitive "a.i."? now i'm starting to think... thank the blue indians for their culinary innovations... but when it comes to their theology?                            **** 'em; did i advocate that? if i did... within what pronoun guarantee of advocacy? playing the grammar card...         which pronoun? the plural singular, or the singular plural, or the gender neutral?    thank you jean-paul sartre,      for the...  "i"... i simply love, this revised concept of a unit...            the revision clinging to the royalist affirmation of pronouns... i.e. 1 would say... so...          and 1... would, so, will, do so. **** the pronoun debate in Canadian politics...    if i have to resort to this? then i will... like your plain citizen...      may "i" speak within the confines, of the royal, one, given the example:    one might suppose... to be the former, and the current, highest, etiquette? gender neutrality of pronouns... last time i checked... one was never allowed pronoun stature... why not address this conundrum, to begin with?! oh, right... too late... too many loud mouths without a guillotine... so, basically, a cow fart's worth of argumentation.
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
I non Q
you sowed this **** into my brain... why do you even "think" that i want... you?              i, want your children... the meme-mutation is what i'm after...    and there are plenty of useful idiots to allow me to process the intermediating processes for: the sigma, "accomplishment"; which is unlike what infected mushroom's -   trance party track sounds like, outside of my own head. why do these people even think i'm after their genes of memes?                 i want, their infantile replicas...                  i want to craft a worthwhile curiosity, on a canvas, that that they call their gene replicas, children, and... like why called me... easy meat..                  einfachfleisch... what?     i'm not here for these news' anchors... i'm here for their children... nibble nibble nibble chew chow cow tow and main...             prawn crackers... ah... news anchors are easy targets...     slightly pointless 20x bulls eye honing devices... it's their children...      i want their children...     i want their cognition to become replica of wheelchair bound infirmaries; why?     oh... you know... football and wrestling, given the Qatar investment plan... the whole sport "thing" became a tad bit boring...   had to resort to secondary sources of entertainment; children of news anchors? the secondary, "last", albeit, the best resort;    schindler...   required a list,      to become reincarnated... and revive a **** a heartlessness of an reincarnation     anomaly:   i.e.: what, a limited number of people, to begin with?!      so the rest is primitive "a.i."? now i'm starting to think... thank the blue indians for their culinary innovations... but when it comes to their theology?                            **** 'em; did i advocate that? if i did... within what pronoun guarantee of advocacy? playing the grammar card...         which pronoun? the plural singular, or the singular plural, or the gender neutral?    thank you jean-paul sartre,      for the...  "i"... i simply love, this revised concept of a unit...            the revision clinging to the royalist affirmation of pronouns... i.e. 1 would say... so...          and 1... would, so, will, do so. **** the pronoun debate in Canadian politics...    if i have to resort to this? then i will... like your plain citizen...      may "i" speak within the confines, of the royal, one, given the example:    one might suppose... to be the former, and the current, highest, etiquette? gender neutrality of pronouns... last time i checked... one was never allowed pronoun stature... why not address this conundrum, to begin with?! oh, right... too late... too many loud mouths without a guillotine... so, basically, a cow fart's worth of argumentation.
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The power of Averages, it means a lot if you can understand Means, a lot. Assuming a Normal Distribution, A Standard Deviation, or σ defines where about 68% of the data falls; roughly 34% above and below the Mean. Two Standard Deviations defines where a further 28% of data lies; 14% above and below 1σ and -1σ. Positive 1-Sigma is one Standard Deviation above the Mean Negative 1-Sigma is one below; The range from -2σ to 2σ includes  96% of data. The implications are astounding. Within 3 Standard Deviations, one finds 99.7% of the data; Within 4σ, 99.9%, 5σ, 99.999%, the remainder are generally outliers and other improbable results. To illustrate: Suppose we had a group of 100 people, and we wish to determine average height: If our Mean height ends up being, say, 180 cm, with a Standard Deviation of 20cm, We can suppose that of 100 people, on average, with a certain Margin of Error that is inversely proportionate to our Sample Size, or n (for sake of argument, the Probable Error, or γ, is 13.49cm) 4 are taller than 220cm 14 are between 200cm and 220cm 68 are between 160cm and 200cm 14 are from 140cm to 160cm 4 are shorter than 140cm -- Statistics is the parent of Probability; Statistics is the Art and Science of Forecast, Statistics paves the way for modern Science Statistics is a powerful weapon in the fight against Ignorance Statistics, however, are generally and intentionally misrepresented and thus misunderstood. For increasingly accurate figures, one must have a larger Sample Size and a Sample group that is a representative subgroup of the Whole *This is intentionally abused by most of the News you read or see each day on Paper and Screens alike.* If a "Statistical analysis" does not include at least Margin of Error or Probable Error, Mean (Average), Standard Deviation, and Sample Size do not take it as accurate. Depending on the source, it could even be deliberately malicious. Arm yourself with Knowledge.
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
The Art and Science of Statistics
The power of Averages, it means a lot if you can understand Means, a lot. Assuming a Normal Distribution, A Standard Deviation, or σ defines where about 68% of the data falls; roughly 34% above and below the Mean. Two Standard Deviations defines where a further 28% of data lies; 14% above and below 1σ and -1σ. Positive 1-Sigma is one Standard Deviation above the Mean Negative 1-Sigma is one below; The range from -2σ to 2σ includes  96% of data. The implications are astounding. Within 3 Standard Deviations, one finds 99.7% of the data; Within 4σ, 99.9%, 5σ, 99.999%, the remainder are generally outliers and other improbable results. To illustrate: Suppose we had a group of 100 people, and we wish to determine average height: If our Mean height ends up being, say, 180 cm, with a Standard Deviation of 20cm, We can suppose that of 100 people, on average, with a certain Margin of Error that is inversely proportionate to our Sample Size, or n (for sake of argument, the Probable Error, or γ, is 13.49cm) 4 are taller than 220cm 14 are between 200cm and 220cm 68 are between 160cm and 200cm 14 are from 140cm to 160cm 4 are shorter than 140cm -- Statistics is the parent of Probability; Statistics is the Art and Science of Forecast, Statistics paves the way for modern Science Statistics is a powerful weapon in the fight against Ignorance Statistics, however, are generally and intentionally misrepresented and thus misunderstood. For increasingly accurate figures, one must have a larger Sample Size and a Sample group that is a representative subgroup of the Whole *This is intentionally abused by most of the News you read or see each day on Paper and Screens alike.* If a "Statistical analysis" does not include at least Margin of Error or Probable Error, Mean (Average), Standard Deviation, and Sample Size do not take it as accurate. Depending on the source, it could even be deliberately malicious. Arm yourself with Knowledge.
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Sigma sigma on the wall, who's the skibidiest of them all? Is it Baby Gronk? Is it Grimace? Is it Skibidi Toilet? Perhaps it is I, who rizzed up a level 10 Gyatt, and fanum taxed her heart. She is the Chick-fil-A sauce in my McDonalds. Forever griddying in Ohio.
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Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
Brainrot
Regardless how precise the assay of their life, Most men must remain an enigma; Their motivation fired by inner strife A polymorph for which no sigma, Nor algebraic symbol will suffice. No If and then which personality To a course of action thus relates, Nor can it be hypothesized conditionally, The turmoil emotion intrinsically creates, When alone they stare into death's reality. Two dimensional is the biography of any man. We see his length and width, never grasping depth, Though fortune deems we live within his span. Much like this into my life have crept Those I love, yet may never understand.
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Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
Empirical Breakdown
Name: Falen Acon Residence: San Diego California Age: 15 (almost 16) Birthday: Jan 4, 2000 (Capricorn) School: Don't worry about it! Grade: 10th (Sophomore) Class Of: 2018 Favorite Color: Ballet Pink, Gun Metal Gold and Burgundy Favorite Flower: Wild Flowers, Roses & Sunflowers Hobbies: Dancing and Poetry Favorite Food: Pizza Favorite Drink: Strawberry and Root Beer Soda Favorite Dessert: Ice Cream (Shakes) (any flavor) Happy Place (place that makes me happy): Beach or Dance Studio Career Path: Professional Dancer Lucky Day: Saturday Lucky Number: 3 Favorite Number: 7 Friends: Christan Zeal, Elsa Angelica and Drevon Young Goals:  Find true love, Find happiness and Travel World Favorite Artists: Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd, Drake, PartyNextDoor, Post Malone, ILoveMakonnen, Rae Sremmurd, RDGLDGRN, Kyle, A.$.A.P Rocky, G-Eazy and Zayn Malik Celebrity Crushes: Zayn Malik, Justin Bieber,  RED (from RDGLDGRN) and Steph Curry (GSW) Favorite NBA Team: Golden State Warriors (GSW) Favorite NFL Team: North Carolina Panthers Favorite MLB Team: Chicago Cubs Favorite College Football Team: LSU Tigers Favorite Nascar Driver: Kasey Kahne Future College: Texas State University (TSU) or Something :) Future Sorority: Delta Sigma Theta (DST) /_\
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
About Me (Bio- Non Poem)
In a hammock On the eve of final exams There is a scent of caffeine coursed bodies pacing the distances of Starbucks and the library, an unusual sight at eleven at night There is peace In the fraternity- I think begins with a Sigma- running around playing a vicious thirty person game of tag Yeah, I witnessed that wipeout and it was hilarious There is heat condensed around the height of brains Struggling to realize dreams that require Busy work man! It's just like six hours of nonstop busy work The guy on the bench behind me whined out cooling breath of brown leaves There is energy in the fractal jungle above The towering umbrellas of Palm trees which grant me the magic of hovering I see through waving leaves Orion's Belt. The light pollution overpowers his body but he reminds me that there is more in the astral world Ibis scour the ground Some would read the tea leaves that bravest of birds has crossed my path And I will survive the tests that I allow to define possibilities in life There is closure to my left Two girls in a hammock, bodies combined like a turtle in a shell Only they know what goes on inside, and all I witness is the harmony that the trials that students go through that unites
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
In a Hammock (In Honor of Finals)
A stapel river flows in Hyena pack, rivulets of laughing data. Twist a turn to deconvolute destituted band. From arterial ort to capillary place respires a quantal love. Quid non quo flows, trickling down in plain flat, in crevice crag, filling just enough. Fresh down to Mexican border town, in flooding estuaries, in fanning delta, it breezes meta confidence within six Sigma.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
Mexican Border town
"Sit down boy, you're tired and you must sleep" The voice said to me as I walked the city street Fuzzy steps taken to a bench I saw over yonder Sleepily wandering, the streetlights I ponder Passive disorientation, I'm lost it would seem Consciousness becomes a trickle, as opposed to a stream Dragging myself over shards of glass, paralysed and sleeping A shadow 'neath the moonlight seems to be steadily creeping Isolated in this park in the darkness on a sigma plateau Dextromethorphan hallucinations are a spectacular show I'm indifferent to the stranger, drowsy as he appears Isolated in the nighttime winds, apathetic to his tears Uncoordinated my head falling he takes a seat softly Dissociative disorder makes me seem awfully frosty Speaking of lands where the populace truly is free Speaking unintelligible words, indirectly to me The intrinsic disconnect of this generation scorned As the sun rises in the sky, glittered clouds adorned My head lulls lackadaisically, I'm feeling unwell But my stomach is eased when I think of sweet Maybelle [Hers is a Nabokovian tale of passion in proto-dystopian wastelands The first time we kissed, I held her soft head tenderly in my hands The serenade of rain pitter-patter on the ground, like her feet when she's near and hearing her name is as cathartic as those old jazz records I hold so dear But, oh my pretty Belle, your age is a concern to me (and the eyes of the law) So to forget your sweet face, I pop pills neglectfully, passing out on the floor] Lifting head slowly from the rough ground dampened Four years passed and I'm wondering what happened Fuzzy headed blues, clear my mind with OJ and ****** Walking fast to her house, cannot wait to see her A rap-tap on the door with thoughts of romantic enumerations What she said and what I saw defied every one of my expectations My innocent Belle, with her cheeks rosy red, looks me in the eyes, and wishes I was dead
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Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
Peter Sotos' Number One Hit Machine
"Sit down boy, you're tired and you must sleep" The voice said to me as I walked the city street Fuzzy steps taken to a bench I saw over yonder Sleepily wandering, the streetlights I ponder Passive disorientation, I'm lost it would seem Consciousness becomes a trickle, as opposed to a stream Dragging myself over shards of glass, paralysed and sleeping A shadow 'neath the moonlight seems to be steadily creeping Isolated in this park in the darkness on a sigma plateau Dextromethorphan hallucinations are a spectacular show I'm indifferent to the stranger, drowsy as he appears Isolated in the nighttime winds, apathetic to his tears Uncoordinated my head falling he takes a seat softly Dissociative disorder makes me seem awfully frosty Speaking of lands where the populace truly is free Speaking unintelligible words, indirectly to me The intrinsic disconnect of this generation scorned As the sun rises in the sky, glittered clouds adorned My head lulls lackadaisically, I'm feeling unwell But my stomach is eased when I think of sweet Maybelle [Hers is a Nabokovian tale of passion in proto-dystopian wastelands The first time we kissed, I held her soft head tenderly in my hands The serenade of rain pitter-patter on the ground, like her feet when she's near and hearing her name is as cathartic as those old jazz records I hold so dear But, oh my pretty Belle, your age is a concern to me (and the eyes of the law) So to forget your sweet face, I pop pills neglectfully, passing out on the floor] Lifting head slowly from the rough ground dampened Four years passed and I'm wondering what happened Fuzzy headed blues, clear my mind with OJ and ****** Walking fast to her house, cannot wait to see her A rap-tap on the door with thoughts of romantic enumerations What she said and what I saw defied every one of my expectations My innocent Belle, with her cheeks rosy red, looks me in the eyes, and wishes I was dead
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there’s a madness to the method just like madness to the **** head just like sadness when a pets dead So shaman practice to ***** death dream up palace for the friends beds give up hours made to break bread we’ve a table so we share meds ******* tired, mai oui bed spread going line by line with a fine tooth comb this my time to shine that’s a spine made moan ecstatic just like ﻮ๏๔ up on the phone syncretized to science split the spine to find it sip divine in silence ܁܁܁પﻭɦ܁܁܁ sift my mind is chalice peep my mental palace be love be never callous self poison only malice who’s next up ? Phil my boy defining finding fluid flows that’s kinda violent quiet convos with sigma shamans hidden wicked prevented predicted problems consciously coming to all three of the shy ๓ﻉ & ฝﻉ & ฝɦﻉก; ๓ค & ๓ﻉ & Շɦﻉ๓ร I might get off my ult while I sip off my colt best slip off that coat when you roll with me Where were going... its too hot for that **** Sometimes we the hero Sometimes we the zero Sometimes we the feeder Sometimes we the carry Sometimes we don carry way too much up on our shoulders heavy stacking rolling over boulders etch away the borders swaying over voters reeving up the rotors drinking with the smokers hugging all the soldiers all the loners better freeze time so we can compose the pose for all the posers oppose the poachers   humans are people Not supposed to be vultures
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
๓ค & ๓ع; ฝع คกɗ ฝɦعก
Perfect calculation has the inevitable human result of an enigma. To gaze beyond the factors of sigma, allowing creative wildfires to birth, joining the thoughts outside the stigma. The beauty of us makes the world we live in. The terror of emotions is what brings us to life, not a single identical twin or sin, the mind allowing true living to begin. Life your life unafraid and open. Write your golden woven tale and be outspoken, with self-belief leading the unspoken towards the unbroken.
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Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
Unbroken
out to sea, out to sea in my mouth, in me this is merciless from the heartlands I'm forsaken, the earth the heart of (e t e r n i t y) out to sea, out to sea from the ripples from the waves unleash me I am (f r e e) (f r e e) (f r e e) from the shoreline I am lost but I can hear water running out to sea, out to (s e a) my god these mountains were the last of their kind when I fall below the water will you (f o l l o w) (m e) and my love, my love, my midnight heart will (r o c k a w a y) from your window I am lost but I can hear water running (b r e a t h i n g) (f r e e)
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
sigma octantis (b u r y m e)
Sigma toilet you always hit When you do that is lit I love how I can call you my Jitt I always count on you You never quit I love you Skibidi Jitt
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
Skibidi Jitt
Hierarchy? ⚜️ a system of life where i shall follow your orders, your majesty ⚜️ I'm startled from your cruelty ⚜️ danger is looming ahead so excuse my charisma ⚜️ but you should beware 'cause I'm the SIGMA ⚜️ the sigma the knight who stands up and fight ⚜️ the mighty sword in his hands ⚜️ standing up against the King ⚜️ He's fighting for the good of Humanity
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
⚜️Humanity⚜️
A systematic endeavor, fevered by a passion. Each problem, an expedition, an exaction Of effort, time and will In the search for knowledge - an unimaginable thrill Newton’s discovery, my continuation: Formulaic substance for every situation. Seeking an answer, no approximation; Making up for lackluster information. We derive and we discover One approach to solve another Number lines, number theory, Partial fractions and Taylor Series’. Natural patterns give inspiration To new problem sets and exhortation Of genius minds globally impressed Continuously working, forgetting rest. Limited by time, we take shortcuts Setting functions is a must. e, theta, sigma, pi delta, lambda, (m)u and phi. Theorems and laws aid in the discovery Of problems unsolved, answers a mystery. New methods used almost “unpredictably” As thought by leighmen, to scientists quite reasonably. Forgetting what was once thought Simply observing what is taught. The applications of arithmetic Endless, when you sit with it. From counting up a child’s toys To describing the bounds of ellipsoids. A vital piece of money supply It gives us reason for color of the sky. Stretching our minds to surmise infinity Hoping not to lose our sanity Consciously peering into the depths of life Our battle for survival, an endless strife
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
Calculus
i wasn't satisfied with the cartesian                                                                  cogito ergo sum...                 it's not that i couldn't stomach it, it was just:               not enough? people claim that maxim to be the source of all subjectivity,           and there's nothing objective about it.       all this modern talk of subject vs. object, i had to employ a θήσαύρύς.       i needed a square... a solomon's star, two squares encompassed against each other, nothing akin to the star of david... i mean solomon's star, of two squares imposed on each other, layered so you get an oκτάγωνον oktágōnon oh **** a macron over an omicron = an omega!                                   oh k'tah goo non...       wait wait... i was going to write something concrete, and yes, it was based on solomon's star...              6 things -      cogito                              sum subjectivity                        objectivity            king david (6)      reflexive                           reflective    thinking = subjectivity = the reflective     thinking = subjectivity = the reflexive       thinking = objectivity = the reflective     thinking = objectivity = the reflexive         king solomon (8)      being = subjectivity = the reflective        being = subjectivity = the reflexive       being = objectivity = the reflective               being = objectivity = the reflexive (alt. given the atheistic scissors of definite / indefinite articles of the / a a reflex, a reflection) what this means is, what's generally thought of as the tetragrammaton, but it's not four letters,     it's the interpolation of the four main faculties, that are now seen as tripling up, or call them: cubed; a lament configuration representation.           thinking is subjective in that it is also reflective   (the narcissus bias)      thinking is subjective in that it is also reflexive      (i need a shave)      thinking is objective in that it is also reflective        (i am ageing)    thinking is objective in that it is also reflexive           (i'll just stop looking into a mirror)... dear apologies for the geometry of the arrangement                               of words, i know you'd love to see a tartan pattern               of interchange, but this **** seems rigid, in the way    that i wrote it... i couldn't find a way to write a b a b                      as stated, it only came out as a a b b,                             or a b c a b c         rather a a b b c c. but do you see what is even more fascinating than numbers?     the arithmetic symbols... arithmetic symbols are very much akin to diacritical symbols...               i write an over-simplification of a concept using =, and then all these conjunctional words pop up!    and yes, in terms of citing heidegger as opposed to         descartes      there's a great disparity between                           being     and i am -                           self-evident,       being = the sum, a total, Σ, while      i am? it's a unitary representation of the total (sum / sigma)     of the possible mode of being -        it's also called ego interference / pronoun inteference              in the conceptualisation of the cascade that's ergo                             into the basin that's dasein. what philosophy call metaphysics?                          linguistics call orthography...                                  what chemists call para- positioning on                      a benzene ring;                                          or what non-chemists call the paranormal.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
i needed a square / θήσαύρύς
i wasn't satisfied with the cartesian                                                                  cogito ergo sum...                 it's not that i couldn't stomach it, it was just:               not enough? people claim that maxim to be the source of all subjectivity,           and there's nothing objective about it.       all this modern talk of subject vs. object, i had to employ a θήσαύρύς.       i needed a square... a solomon's star, two squares encompassed against each other, nothing akin to the star of david... i mean solomon's star, of two squares imposed on each other, layered so you get an oκτάγωνον oktágōnon oh **** a macron over an omicron = an omega!                                   oh k'tah goo non...       wait wait... i was going to write something concrete, and yes, it was based on solomon's star...              6 things -      cogito                              sum subjectivity                        objectivity            king david (6)      reflexive                           reflective    thinking = subjectivity = the reflective     thinking = subjectivity = the reflexive       thinking = objectivity = the reflective     thinking = objectivity = the reflexive         king solomon (8)      being = subjectivity = the reflective        being = subjectivity = the reflexive       being = objectivity = the reflective               being = objectivity = the reflexive (alt. given the atheistic scissors of definite / indefinite articles of the / a a reflex, a reflection) what this means is, what's generally thought of as the tetragrammaton, but it's not four letters,     it's the interpolation of the four main faculties, that are now seen as tripling up, or call them: cubed; a lament configuration representation.           thinking is subjective in that it is also reflective   (the narcissus bias)      thinking is subjective in that it is also reflexive      (i need a shave)      thinking is objective in that it is also reflective        (i am ageing)    thinking is objective in that it is also reflexive           (i'll just stop looking into a mirror)... dear apologies for the geometry of the arrangement                               of words, i know you'd love to see a tartan pattern               of interchange, but this **** seems rigid, in the way    that i wrote it... i couldn't find a way to write a b a b                      as stated, it only came out as a a b b,                             or a b c a b c         rather a a b b c c. but do you see what is even more fascinating than numbers?     the arithmetic symbols... arithmetic symbols are very much akin to diacritical symbols...               i write an over-simplification of a concept using =, and then all these conjunctional words pop up!    and yes, in terms of citing heidegger as opposed to         descartes      there's a great disparity between                           being     and i am -                           self-evident,       being = the sum, a total, Σ, while      i am? it's a unitary representation of the total (sum / sigma)     of the possible mode of being -        it's also called ego interference / pronoun inteference              in the conceptualisation of the cascade that's ergo                             into the basin that's dasein. what philosophy call metaphysics?                          linguistics call orthography...                                  what chemists call para- positioning on                      a benzene ring;                                          or what non-chemists call the paranormal.
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Romans 8:17 Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory. dating a woman 20 years older could be my mother probably is ungrateful fruit of passion and knowledge i am: grateful... i come home from a Taylor Swift friendship bracelets while she leaves messaging bands all over the home and grandma is evil apple rubbing her hands and they read as: ROMANS 8:17 ... as no longer the gift of god as matthew: as the heir or god therefore quickly: Wethtam... quickest: mirror please... LOOKSMAxxING CASE I LOVE BRAINROT you have SKIBIDI toilet RINZ you've got this ALPHA freak bob was here... WHOA THERE sigma! now this pristine Jewish Christian gay girl or am i seriously: just worked the event: now i couldn't just: enjoy myself like a Swiftie... but **** me you're gonna get those friendship bracelets!
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Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 7:15 PM UTC
ROMANS 8:17
there are         two worlds in this universe - after spotting a u.f.o.         once i am sure:    a craft of pure light -                for if the circle has 360°,     and our world is encapsulated           by twenty four hours,    kabbalism sentences me to reveal        not that a = 1, b = 2 etc.   and as numerology to find meaning   in words based upon sums of sigma (Σ),     i just spotted: 2 + 4 = 6,      while 3 + 6 = 9                                          69       the symbol of the zodiac Pisces,              union in the B of linguistic symmetry,    hence the need for dualism                   and the monotheism      of the Gemini god, should           polytheism of India fail   but as it stands, the American indians          failed, the red indians failed,     but the blue indians remained: with the billion populace and Bollywood and all the scents of cinnamon cardamon of tinted copper skin;                 basically accounting from the facts     of the π geometric facts,                        our world is categorised as      completing rotation in 24 hours,                theirs in 36 hours.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
p.s. extract to (π = ~∞°)
there's this guy who thinks he knows more than me about the far-left than i do, even though i'm the one with a communist grandfather; which means he's gone as far as mao to replicate an answer that i might agree with alongside adolf. ah no worry... the queen's corgi(s) are here. they always do that, the left, as long as they can provide you with a house and pension, they have the upper hand in argument meaning you have to agree with them... what about colour says the right? ah don't worry... we'll just all wear gray and become radically different from the canvas. i love how the left asks to be agreed with in terms of politics, given no far-right politics was expressed... death of communism taught them they had to express far-left politics in such a way as might be a form of deviation and counter-intuitive expression of the middle ground... poor stalin... god please let me enter the mozart club of death at 35... i missed the modern club of 27... drinks on me... amy; i just hate the way the left opresses us now... it’s that thumb missing in terms of english law... you know that thumb... ex hominem ad exemplum non hominem... a lightbulb moment... because man never gave a nullifying example with each example of his existence given as non; man is curiously aware of his mortality, therefore he engages with dating things in order to orientate... of course... coins... deus ex **** although no solis ex **** that would never work... would it now? why would man need a sun if all man desires from the sigma expression of will is to not exist? can i enter the reference of will with a craft that deciphers water as two hydrogens and one oxygen? oh wait... i already have... three years of chemistry in edinburgh taught me pressurised concentration of carbon dioxide was termed fizzy.
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
35 club
there's this guy who thinks he knows more than me about the far-left than i do, even though i'm the one with a communist grandfather; which means he's gone as far as mao to replicate an answer that i might agree with alongside adolf. ah no worry... the queen's corgi(s) are here. they always do that, the left, as long as they can provide you with a house and pension, they have the upper hand in argument meaning you have to agree with them... what about colour says the right? ah don't worry... we'll just all wear gray and become radically different from the canvas. i love how the left asks to be agreed with in terms of politics, given no far-right politics was expressed... death of communism taught them they had to express far-left politics in such a way as might be a form of deviation and counter-intuitive expression of the middle ground... poor stalin... god please let me enter the mozart club of death at 35... i missed the modern club of 27... drinks on me... amy; i just hate the way the left opresses us now... it’s that thumb missing in terms of english law... you know that thumb... ex hominem ad exemplum non hominem... a lightbulb moment... because man never gave a nullifying example with each example of his existence given as non; man is curiously aware of his mortality, therefore he engages with dating things in order to orientate... of course... coins... deus ex **** although no solis ex **** that would never work... would it now? why would man need a sun if all man desires from the sigma expression of will is to not exist? can i enter the reference of will with a craft that deciphers water as two hydrogens and one oxygen? oh wait... i already have... three years of chemistry in edinburgh taught me pressurised concentration of carbon dioxide was termed fizzy.
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"Skibidi grimace" From the ski, to the bi, then di. A sigma edged to ligma, A person named Rizzlybeta, He got aura 1000, and his gyat 1000. One day, he edged to ohio, and saw the ligmas not sigmas, he yapped and yapped, till everyone gooned, every beta and alpha, became an omega sigma. He gave grimace and gyats, to the omega sigmas. One gyatting month, he found still water, he went to eat lunchy with cheese drippy, he sang from the screen to the ring to the pen to the king, wheres my fein thats my hawk tuah always broke boi when i ksi, he activated his adrenaline and nonadrenaline while having his balkan parents german staring him. He avoided his balkan parents, and edged until he busted musted.
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Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC
Skibidi grimace🥭💀