A Naked Singularity

Blind effort without sufficient aforethought, regardless of how strenuous, is the near-antithesis of perfection.

The point being that this feeling I now have, the feeling that there’s a chance that might be actualized but only if I pay that expert, may actually be a glimpse into, and evidence of, this matrix where the two events exist. Who am I to fuck with the order of the universe? You get it? It’s like a workable chance theory. There’s a chance here that I

My memory knew no middle ground. Brilliantly exact, to the point of absurdity, on some matters while negligently absent on others, with neither rhyme nor reason a guide to determining which when.

“We’ve established that we’re going to use swords, that we’re going to begin at 402, that we’re going to enter 410 through the roof, that we’re going to exit through that same roof and go back to 402. Most importantly, I think we’ve also established that we are two avaricious, insane fucks who refuse to be marginalized by a society that exalts the

1. make list; 2. experience the reduction of stress that comes from the mere creation of a list; 3. come to the realization that this reduction in stress is illusory as it fails to be based on any tangible accomplishment; 4. armed with this realization, accomplish actual, necessary tasks, but first; 5. so as to avoid scattershot activity, and maximize

“Wrong, the rat will become depressed and engage in extreme inaction otherwise known as learned helplessness. Alyona and Louie will I’m sure attest that we can already see this happening with our rat friend here. A similar experiment was done with dogs and it worked.”

“Violence is the language of the simple. You initially proposed that we formulate a plan using our intellects and execute it using our wills, but now you propose we go in with guns like a couple of high-school-dropout-liquor-store-robbers. That’s you’re idea of perfection? If you think we will fail without guns, if you think we’ll be killed, then l

No more things should be presumed to exist than are absolutely necessary. —William Occam

But insensate Time is nothing if not cruel and heartless. It corrodes then destroys, so that the man you literally and figuratively looked up to with your chubby face, who scooped you up to cross the street and patted you on the head to laughter, will later look through you from a crooked hospital bed then blindly up at you while wearing makeup in