Check and ‘mate.

το 'εν is the loneliest monad that you'll ever do. τω
δυω can be as bad as το 'εν
It’s the loneliest monad since the Pythagorean.
Noetic is the saddest experience you'll ever know.
Aesthetic, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know.
'Cause το 'εν is the loneliest monad that you'll ever do. το
'εν is the loneliest monad, worse than τω δυω.
It’s just not το αγαθον since it went symbolic.
Now I spend my time in noetic mind, Neo-Platonic.
το 'εν is the loneliest
(αριθμος)
το 'εν is the loneliest
(αριθμος)
το 'εν is the loneliest monad that you'll ever do.

I’m going to ask you, and you don’t have to answer, what you asked me yesterday that I didn’t have to answer.

What strength is is irrelevant to whether one thinks oneself strong.
Whether one thinks oneself strong is irrelevant to whether another thinks one strong.
Whether another thinks one strong is irrelevant to whether the other should say that one is strong.

“I really cannot go on much longer like this; I need to stop being convolutedly philosophical and go to bed.”
Or just go to bed.

Sacred bison may be good for a lot of things, but they do not make good hamburger.

“Who shall measure the hat hate heat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?”

Close enough.

If you can’t trust the back of a box of Schnucks-brand food, who can you?

Sorry, I forgot for a second that you wouldn’t do what I would do.

“I'll be home for Christmas...”

I remember when I wished to have a recording of my entire life: a complete archive of every hour of every day. Which because of obvious recursion would be impossible to ever completely actually view; but it would allow me to never leave any piece of history behind. Sometimes I would explicitly want the recollection to be from a first person perspective, recording the thoughts I was just as curious along with my actions; but mostly third person view would have been sufficient, with the logic being that *I* would be able to recall or recreate my thoughts.

I remember when I knew why I wished to have this.

I remember when I used to be nostalgic.

“...If only in my dreams...”

It is surprisingly difficult to select a link as representative of a year. The crucial sticking point seems to be how to resolve the ambiguity of significant December creations. On one hand, they represent the culmination of the preceding; on the other they resonate and are popularized in the following. The preceding year can be viewed in it, but in the following year can it be viewed. And the very nature of winter break contributes to its being mostly likely for significant candidates to be released then, with study breaks being sought through finals week, and with a period of intermingling as mass migrations mix, connect, and reconnect friends, schoolmates, and family members. It is a time of tinder, with the best chance for a random link to spark a wildfire of interest.

I don’t live here. I just live here.

The best way for me to not do something is to tell someone I’m going to do it.
I live in darkness and my dreams are shadows, but all I want is pannychous.
This year I resolve to have it be mine.

New Year’s Eve party tonight, 10pm, 6625 Wash. Ave, Apt. 1. Cell if any questions, or just show up.

And like that, the maker is met.

“And by hang, you mean make.”

Neutral.

The Octopus Method is simultaneously both too good and makes perfect sense to be only applied to just cheating at Scrabble.

“Is [Britney] making another mistake?”
“Is it really Jen in the topless video?”
“Did Theseus slay the Minotaur?”

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Back to the bookstore.

Brokering an exchange between Z[] and P[] about Keanu Reeves and Jesus Christ, in which all participants are surprisingly sober. A Christmas to remember.

“That was an entertaining movie in a stupid kind of way.”

:(

If I want to smile, I’ll pick up a colon, toss in a right parenthesis, and tilt my head to the side, tyvm. None of this newfangled non-disabling of graphical smileys nonsense that the AIM 6 wants to impose upon me.

Santa comes early this year to 6625 Wash Ave: Internet's working.

(Settling into winter quarters; stop by if around.)

[More like Santa comes on time.]

I have stories to be written, letters to be sent, books to be read, and lies to be told.

Packing.

Sufganiyot: schwamm for the holidays.