Rage born of solitude, outcast.
It’s about a life no one had never… About perspective a lot, forget a… Subject to extended statistical an… A potent tool, crystalline in inte… Power to deal with some demented
So many masks to bear testimony, Farces played so often, veils of t… Silks and brocades on orchards so… Some although still refuse to be p… Some broken in so many micro fract…
Since when do you know who am I?, Roared the old man with worked, br… And you never will, you little mot… As a tree has its rings, the moment of your discrete appear…
Tsunami on the phase of retreat, The shores dry, the weather shy Expectations high, you don’t know… The mouth strange, head spinning, Dogs barking, cats running,
I always got tears in my eyes Lament of possibilities unfulfille… Sorrows for past futures not drill… Still virgin on the barren plane, Or part of a plague, another,
The second waltz, Dmitri Shostako… A montage, all assertions from art From Luchino’s Gatopardo to Joe… Maybe I should be using a world a… A plane made of fractals, Godel’s…
All of my Sorrows renewed Into unwanted tomorrows From the ashes of dream and desire Into little nothings of rage, emot… How small and insignificant our au…
Seven o’clock and a bath delayed As indecision wins over the day Or maybe a stale is still on the w… The movie in background now makes… As another pretense to the purpose…
Words are just painted impressions And the world has taught us how They go astray and turn, or still. We stand upon this tainted hill Of diverted intent and call it his…
From the perspective the phallus t… Raised pointing with pink hat fall… Orange hat on noisy marmalades We kisses between greedy sucks In the excitations without extensi…
All this effort to underline the n… As if it were the main chapter of… Only feeds the growing of the deta… A song of dry Taprobana, temperan… Last strophe, smashed hope.
I Think we should keep the answer as simple as the question. “The question, then: Is Schrödinger’s Cat meant to be taken at all physically?” No, that experiment, if practiced as describ...
Considering the history of modern mathematics two questions at once arise: (1) what limitations shall be placed upon the term Mathematics; (2) what force shall be assigned to the word ...
While my body asks for Temperance I persist Arsonist that I may be Never my flames will consume thee O my fever, intemperance
I lie with no intent, I lie my so… Tomorrows not dawned, dusks without nights I lie for being pawned I lie for pity of lost witty,
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