Monday

soley,

Tuesday

I read this and I was compelled.

If I left this sheet blank, you wouldn't know what I was thinking but if I write, on the paper and tell you that I was thinking of this sheet while undivided which made me think of infinite emptiness space, I won't be able to represent this sheet as such.

Moshi Moshi





Dream in Japanese,
Dream in Japenese,
Some Language I don't even know how to speak.


Such a cute song.

Degausser Live Acoustic



LISTEN TO THIS. LISTEN TO THAT RAW FUCKING EMOTION.
He's pretty much taking his soul and laying it out to display. I cannot look away. I can hear no other.
Sometimes, I can't believe I love this music so much. Like, why this band specifically? Why this group of people? Why do I read my life in the lyrics? Because that is what the human does gravitates towards. Most of the time, it's genuine. Sometimes, it's forced or based on outer influence. Those don't work out well. We come to adore certain particularities about life. I think it's what defines us as beings with souls. We are original and different. It's a wonderful thing.

These guys are just friends who like to make music. I understand them. They're just old souls in young bodies. It's an impossible it once you've become aware that you can aware of things you were never aware of before.
--Get that one.

I am self-willed. I like my thoughts. If I like something, it isn't a waste ...unless it affects my health or something. (generally irrelevant)

I'm Joan. I like things. Ya know, this and that. Pitter Patter.

Tuesday

dance

Distant relatives.

Melon mind.

dear katy perry,
im so glad someone can relate to me.
-a plastic bag

Don't try reading it.

There's someone named:

Adolph Blaine Charles David Earl Frederick Gerald Hubert Irvin John Kenneth Lloyd Martin Nero Oliver Paul Quincy Randolph Sherman Thomas Uncas Victor William Xerxes Yancy Zeus Wolfe­schlegelstein­hausenberger­dorffvoraltern­waren­gewissenhaft­schaferswessen­schafewaren­wohlgepflege­und­sorgfaltigkeit­beschutzen­von­angreifen­durch­ihrraubgierigfeinde­welche­voraltern­zwolftausend­jahres­vorandieerscheinen­wander­ersteer­dem­enschderraumschiff­gebrauchlicht­als­sein­ursprung­von­kraftgestart­sein­lange­fahrt­hinzwischen­sternartigraum­auf­der­suchenach­diestern­welche­gehabt­bewohnbar­planeten­kreise­drehen­sich­und­wohin­der­neurasse­von­verstandigmen­schlichkeit­konnte­fortplanzen­und­sicher­freuen­anlebens­langlich­freude­und­ruhe­mit­nicht­ein­furcht­vor­angreifen­von­anderer­intelligent­geschopfs­von­hinzwischen­sternartigraumen, Senior.


Yup.

How did the bandit leader know how to create a mathematical problem for the mathematician?

During the Russian revolution, the mathematical physicist Igor Tamm was seized by anti-communist vigilantes at a village near Odessa where he had gone to barter for food. They suspected he was an anti-Ukrainian communist agitator and dragged him off to their leader.

Asked what he did for a living, he said he was a mathematician. The skeptical gang leader began to finger the bullets and grenades slung round his neck. ‘All right,’ he said, ‘calculate the error when the Taylor series approximation to a function is truncated after n terms. Do this and you will go free. Fail and you will be shot.’ Tamm slowly calculated the answer in the dust with his quivering finger. When he had finished, the bandit cast his eye over the answer and waved him on his way.

Tamm won the 1958 Nobel prize for physics but he never did discover the identity of the unusual bandit leader

Sunday

Can't be unseen.

Hang Me Up To Dry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrrGKR8Xii4


Like it or not, this song is fucking good.

Good shit.

Howard Roark would be proud.



Look at that. Now that's awesome.

People are strange.

In California, it's illegal to eat an orange in the bathtub.

In Connecticut, a pickle cannot actually be a pickle unless it bounces.

In New York, while riding in an elevator, you must talk to no one, fold your hands, and look toward the door.

In Virginia, tickling a woman is unlawful.

Well, that's not odd.

Thursday

I wonder what's happening.

It's a New Year! 2011.

Love thee.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_buffalo_buffalo
SECRET WEAPON.

Wednesday

Monday

Stare and see things.

Panda mouth.

Want some?

images.



I need it. Right now.

Paradox.

Nietzsche.