Here’s the deal - there’s nothing on the Internet.  Nothing. It’s very boring.  So, allow me the leisure of spicing it up by ranting like a complete lunatic.

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NOW IS THE TIME OF THE SNOW WEASEL! The purpleness of the people is perplexing the purpose!  We must embrace the amniotic experience!  The clarity of our nihilism is near and dear to our hearts, which is why we must repurpose our synergies towards the greatest task.  We must build a clandestine hose. With this hose, we may smite the pidgeons from their lofty perches and approbriate their effluvium.  The effluvium is made of cheese.  The cheese is made of the blood of small baby shrews.  The shrews are made of cheese.  Behold the power of cheese! The cheese is neverending lifelessness in a sea of joyous expectoration!

The life mind of geometrical sympathy is a symmetric quantum singularity of purpose, a veritable bustleland of purity.  Within the angles of geometrical sympathy are the legs of chastity, dedication, and affront.  The sine of the angle between dedication and affront lies righteous fury.  When the sine of righteous fury becomes 1, the cosine of that angle, which is passive-aggressive petulance, reaches 0, at which point all is right with the world.  There lies a tangent between chastity and affront that leads to infinite desperation.  This tangent becomes undefined as affront becomes greater and greater, leading past the limits of infinity, into a nospace of infinite and negative infinite, a place of deep madness and confusion.  This is a place that must be avoided at all cost, lest one become pulled in the nospace and the allspace simultaneously.

All will hail the multilarity! A singularity is a selfish nospace, one which inhabits the infinite none, one which must be shunned, avoided, and disavowed at all cost.  A dualarity is hilarity and joy, the beginnings away from the nospace, towards a space of fullspace, a space of infinite all.  The infinite all shall become a multilarity, which is the one all expansion of the single becoming multiple; none shall reject the multiple all many.

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Thus endeth today’s moment of incoherence.  Just remember, this wasn’t for you.

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