17 October 2024
11 November 2024
not the witches’ song
foist the definings, so hubble tension’s le différance between the predicted whoomph of the expository universe and the observed rate
and bubble tension’s the duffer’s sense twixt how fast 800 people holographed together nude in an average public space expand clothed again to their origins tho’ never quite getting there
phew
but the trouble is, being an idiot of the forecast order, that there is no observable order, at least not yet, with current instruments and a genteel lack of quantum brains and hollow costs or even a pond of n dimensions into which this show could be caste, the triple is
translation
and this or whereabouts is what this could be all about, gnomic as it sounds, but that’s my fault to which I trust you take exception, for other wisdoms what’s the point? you woke bespoke and this is what you dream
the air, dare breathe it deep, ignorant runt, aloof and watered in necessity, with one straw through which to suck the universe, evangel, was this all put in to please?