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New pop77 mix out. It has a woolworths-like Guarantee of Freshness.
I've now got all three reviews back on that paper. The other two reviewers were also positive, but hardly as gushy as the first one. The third reviewer made one good point, and now I have to prove something explicitly, which I had previously just assumed was correct. It's related to the weak law of large numbers, which I was checking up on MATHWORLD, and it told me to see also the "Frivolous Theorem of Arithmetic", which is my first, and possibly last, fun theorem of the week.
Chapter 3 is a dirty, stinking, 2 buck whore, harboring an impressive menagerie of STDs, grumble, grumble, no account son of a bus driver! The results it will contain are completely superceded by subsequent chapters, and they were written by an innocent youth still blinded by the bright lights of formal measure theory. The sweet, sweet, nourishing pastures of Chapter 4 beckon, however, where I can bask in the dull light of my own cunning.
Tomorrow night is the opening night of the auspicious Moyston Art Show (Note the $2 entry fee and the dev' tea). Dad has made a point, several times, of ensuring that I'll be going along with him, often with raised eyebrows and direct eye contact, and a hint of conspiracy. I think that means we'll be getting sloshed with the locals, surrounded by, let me go out on a limb here, uh, landscape portraits.
Kanye West rap-o-the-day:
I say fuck the police, thats how I treat em
We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom
We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em
Things we buy to cover up what's inside
Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth
That's why shortys hollering "where the ballas' at?"
Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack
And a white man get paid off of all of that
But I ain't even gon act holier than thou
Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou
Before I had a house and I'd do it again
Cause I wanna be on 106 and Park pushing a Benz
I wanna act ballerific like it's all terrific
I got a couple past due bills, I won't get specific
I got a problem with spending before I get it
We all self conscious I'm just the first to admit it
We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom
We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em
Things we buy to cover up what's inside
Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth
That's why shortys hollering "where the ballas' at?"
Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack
And a white man get paid off of all of that
But I ain't even gon act holier than thou
Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou
Before I had a house and I'd do it again
Cause I wanna be on 106 and Park pushing a Benz
I wanna act ballerific like it's all terrific
I got a couple past due bills, I won't get specific
I got a problem with spending before I get it
We all self conscious I'm just the first to admit it
posted by dr. cok at 10:30 PM
3 Comments:
Matt, I always knew you were good with numbers but after reading some of your posts, it has come to my attention that thy may also be addressed by thee name, Shakespeare!
P.S B_Roq, I’ll join you with those whores and leave Matt to his own devices (probably those of the electrically vibrating up your ass type) at which ever establishment he decides to show his gorgeous face at on Oxford street).
Michael, thou must not flatter the queer overly, for he may make a deposit of the sperm variety in your right eye if you do. Why the right eye, i really don't know, perhaps you should ask matt?? I have seen him fell more than a few strapping lads with a well aimed spurt, it's the only thing that prevents me from taking the son of a bitch down for summarily executing my family and wife back in the old days. Keep that in mind mike, for the love of god, don't let your guard down!! xo
Happy ANZAC Day to all!
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest We Forget!!!
I went to the dawn service today and caught up with some of my old buddies. We then had the usual few drinks and played two-up. However the whole time I was there I was thinking about getting home as I have 3 mid-semester exams this week worth 40%, 25% and 20% and a 20% group presentation (which I am doing the bulk of the work for). Though, now that I am home I feel guilty and want to go back!
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