We're justified and we're ancient
it moves like a stone, spinning at 1670 km/h while hurtling around a fireball at 107,300 km/h, which is travelling around a super-massive black hole at 900,000 km/h, which itself is flying away from other galaxies at around 1,942,655,127 km/h and I still miss the fucking bus.
FAQs:
Q: Why me?
A: Because you're a cunt.
Also: Die.
It's maguffins all the way down. I take your subjective existence and raise it one big bang. The distance between two points is not a distance. It would be so easy to take a break but if I go outside i'll never find my way back, i may get trapped in the floorboards, my clothes will catch on hooks and suddenly i'm naked and shitting myself in the gutter, and my parents are there and they're crying but I can't speak to them because my teeth are falling out of my gums and i'm an old alcoholic, with roses for everybody else. i smell so bad, contrasting with the roses, i think i have someone else's blood on my chest but i have no idea. They're all screaming and I know that i'm worthless but i'll be ok, if only i can collapse these limbs into myself like a dying star, if only I can fold my bones through ragged skin, winking out of existence in a mess of bloody origami.
YEAH I FEEL LIKE THAT ON MONDAYS TOO
Fuck Darwin...the dictionary is the atheist's bible, and it's as fallacious and self-fellating as any Genesis.
Actually, yeah! Fuck Darwin! What's it ever done for us but get blown up?
I DON'T KNOW ALL BUT IT'S QUITE CLEAR – THEY CALL IT FOUR X COZ THEY CAN'T SPELL BEER
F u r t h e r d i s c u s s i o n:
In a previous brainbook/post, we mentioned that, since the decimal expansion of pi is infinite and non-repeating, its expansion must literally contain, somewhere, every other possible number. And since, as we see in the computers we're so familiar with, all music and images can be represented numerically, pi should therefore contain, somewhere, not only every jpg/mp3 every created, but every sound/image which ever *will* be created.
Then some intelligent spoilsport pointed out that there's no such thing as a perfect circle, so pi's infinitude is a convenient fiction, but has absolutely no physical reality. It's a useful tool, but perfect pi cannot physically exist, so the thought experiment's moot.
WE E E E E ELL!
Let's have a talk about tweetle beetles...
There's a slightly more curious number, called I, which is √ -1. You can't actually take the square root of a negative number, which is why I is called an imaginary number. It's useful for some algebra, but it's mathematically unsolvable. You cannot actually write I in decimal numbers...sure it's the square root of negative one, but we don't know what that actually is.
So far, so pointless, right?
Except, i pops ups in the real world constantly. One example – in order to calculate the waves of an electrical current (AC), we need to use a formula that contains i. We plot the graph, which contains this impossible “square root of negative one”, and it draws a wave. We then run an Alternating Current according to the parameters in our formula...and it's exactly the same wave as the one we predicted, using an impossible-cannot-exist-in-the-real-world-totally-fucking-imaginary number.
BUT BUT BUT
So basically, we use maths to model the real world. Maths isn't *true*, it's just our way of understanding 'reality'. Except, some things in maths, which don't even make sense within maths (i.e. imaginary numbers), are the only way we can currently understand/predict some behaviours in the real world.
MEANWHILE BACK IN THE REAL WORLD
“I can't believe she used that particular combination of words in reference to the interactions in space-time that you identify as yourself!”
“I know, she's such a fucking dyke and she looks like a fat pig in that outfit, probably doesn't even realise her boyfriend's manifestations of his subjective experiential system lead me to believe in the objective existence of desires within him for a great big cock up the ass, the faggot!”
“Yeah, the fucking morons, what a fucking pair. Plus, the liquids they're ingesting have a communally accepted trading value of a smaller number of token than the liquid we're ingesting, the pov bastards, evidently their perception of flavour and social stigma contrasts with my own, because i wouldn't be caught dead drinking gordon's gin.”
WAIT THATS NOT REAL LIFE
“If that cunt looks at me again, i'll fucking smash him”
“Dumb fucking slut, she deserves to get raped”
“I can't believe you listen to that.”
“That's not fucking metal.”
“Only got the promotion because she sucks up everyone's fucking ass.”
“What a show-off”
WHAT A BUNCH OF CUNTS! I MEAN, DIE.
