Sadistic Apathy

Blog post # 170:
(170 = 2*5*17, of course.)

(Not much today.)

Of Adjacency Detached


Segmented Into Oneness


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An anagram I just came up with:

My Cosmic Energies
=
Some Grimy Science

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Sorry I don't have more to talk about, but I am just apathetic now.
(Fuck the wars, the nuclear melt-down, and all other disasters that have hit our screwed up planet lately. Fuck it all.)

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A poem to end this:

Ridiculous Encirclement
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It does not enclose within it itself.
But it still
Contains the circle etched.
Yes, it does contain
The sphere tilted as
its roundness, tilted blandly
As a disk somewhat a spiral
unremarkably incomplete.
Quite, this arc of a
nonexistent loop, its width
Is fully obvious, but
its thinness is geometric,
Despite those mathematics.
And it is un-angled, yet
Only because we are to
behold it thusly. It does not
Return to its wholeness.
For, this is a ridiculous
Encirclement. Although
such a configuration typifies
All of the cosmic weirdness
exterior to every
Cosmic ceasing within us
(yet not held within).

Oh, this flat torus is
aglow and never opaque.
But it is segmented into
its oneness, and it
Is partitioned into
its beauty. It only curves and
Does so around that thing
of algebra's possessiveness.
But such science is enclosed,
if not within itself.
It is the winding coil wrapping
simply that sphere, a
Sphere of continuity shaped inertly,
shaped subtly into
A representation oddly imperfect
but mostly thorough.


(Sorry for this fucking terrible and unoriginal poem.)

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Leroy