Sometimes the mathemagic interferes with mes spirite humanie

My rage is present today

My rage is like the light of an eclipse: it is rare, it is always in motion, and those in its light will feel an ominous sense of magick...

Entering adulthood with gusto e venti

I've realized that there are no clarion calls at the moment it's time to grow up. I find myself 26, grown, and hardly any idea how I got here. I no longer entertain any 'when I grow up' ideations, and I know myself well enough to imagine the mindset of my neighbors without becoming lost in them. I encourage those of you avoiding maturity to try it on for a day; you may find yourselves becoming hooked quite quickly...

Vaia con dios, et mitte vous volens con les plus grandes di eohanae!

I am working on a visualization array based on recursive iterations of a function called phinder tied to derivative velocities in the data set modeled. Each iterative step approaches the golden ratio by phinder(n)=(phinder(n-1))^-1 +1 and phinder (0) or phinder(1) is an arbitrary constant whose square exceeds unity

I'm done with all

ok, folks. i've been robbed of two weeks of my life by a bad history of episodic journaling. I wasn't even allowed to contact my doctor before I was imprisoned against my free will and consent in a hospital in NoHo.

I'm done with this. As of September I will be hiking to the mountaintop, and I will return on the wings of the Phineal Phalcon. You will hear all about it as I prepare my equipment. Meanwhile, stay tuned for your sample debut copy of my homebrew hip hop album, Seronades a Des Chevaliers du Via.

Be well, and remember, I was already well when y'all started with the circe du oiles....

ces hombres qui travailles du noce

Porque? Mais ils ponere e facere les grandes pieces du creo mentem magnifico...

All I have to say to THIS DOUCEBAG.... AMps is just electric bullshit bafflers...

Attention: Dunkin' D-Bag

Stopped at D-nutz this morning for a shower and a cup o coffee. My cat spilled my yogurt in my hair - guess she didn't like the haircut. Since my parent's bathroom is disgusting, I went through a long line in Lunenburg to beg a cup of hot water.

Dumped it through my hair, dried off, and went back inside for a shot of espresso in hot water and milk (called the Americano, $1.04 for the same caffiene as drip and better taste. Call it a turbo tea). Dudes in front of me the second time through the line sniggered and said something like homeless and gettajarb.

Dude, future reference, three reasons you don't do that. 1: if I was living out of my car and mentally unbalanced, I could have followed you into town and had you run off the road by the main st lights. Count yourself lucky I'm not, since I drive much faster than your pickup loaded with gear and your closet construction pal. 2: If you keep doing that to people that don't deserve it, you'll die alone, miserable and dehydrated working on the roof to my first two story home. It's a fixer upper, but it's cozy. 3: No one that matters thinks you're funny or clever. We've heard it before, stated much more clearly than your ghetto a$$.

Also, incidentally, my coffee cost a dollar, you were maxing a credit card for 40 unnecessary ounces of sweet tea.