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You put your phone down and let your mind wander. BT: "My "How does anyone do anything? order Efflorenscia" is quite simple," it begins. "It asks one very simple question. "How does anyone do anything?" They do it by queuing an action, you think. It's really quite simple. BT: "Metaphysical ruminations on the godhead notwithstanding, no one yet has given me a clear answer. UP quickly dissolves into transgression after transgression on levers and pulleys and muscles and tissues, NG gives me a silly joke answer, and SB has to go back to work before finishing its thoughts. The answer that sits with me begins with The Fundamental Abstraction. This" it gestures to its left hand "is not that." it gestures to its right hand.

#138: And yet, aren't they the same?>

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battling a stomach bug blowing up tje damn toilet

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at least ifi died my corpose would he found owthin a weel

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my ex texting me "r u up?" at 1:48am after not speaking for an entire year on the last platform we haven't mutually blocked each other on is so comically stereotypical ex behavior that it almost transcends the form and becomes a pastiche of itself.

no, i wasnt up.

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You love nonnie, you really do, but he can quickly consume your story, with his need for constant questing and answers. You see a possible future where its the wizard and nonnie show the two of you poppin' achievements like there's no tomorrow. And you need your own story. You take a deep breath and take off your sweat-laden accoutrements. You ate shit crashing through that stained glass window, up's bed only stopped you from breaking bones, not capillaries and skin. You utter up a silent prayer to Fast Earth for knowing your most likely course of action.

Oh shit, this was supposed to be the explainer for BT's efflorenscia. You send the pumpkin a message. NG has begun corresponding with BT! NG: ohayo NG: youre so beautiful it makes my tummy feel all warm and nauseous BT: "That's probably the blunt force trauma, love." it says. "They should sing you into the stars so your beauty may be passed down through all time." it waxes. BT: It asks what it can do for you. NG: can you please explain your wack-ass 'scia NG: its my turn to play the keeping up the world game #137: BT: "You betcha." it grins >

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#136: How does anyone do anything? order Efflorenscia >

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NG: achievements achievements, the wheel turns and spins NG: achievements achievements, won't you let nonnie win? NG: bereavements bereavements, nothing is finished, the fat lady sings!

UP: It's nice to see you again, even in such peculiar times. UP: You created some sort of spectacle that would normally result in consequence, and used Fast Earth's one absurd gameplay mechanic to escape.

NG: truly you speak for this wizard so harried NG: would you like to get married?

UP: What? No. I mean. Can I get back to you?

NG: Too slow!

The wizard dashes away and across the rooftops without another word.

#135: >

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the great chain! of being! will fall to pieces in our time.

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lebron james seen forgetting to tare sample vessel before weighing

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NG: hiiiiiii!!!!!!! UP: Hello my dear friend. UP: How on earth did you get here? NG: rhyme or meter UP: Rhymes. NG: quick-thinking wizard; jumped into the pane; creating quite the blizzard, oh fleet footed wizard NG: the pane it connected meat to plastia; the wizard used her whole gosh-darn 'scia; exploiting one perfect break in the laws of physia NG: completing act one; wizard on the run; now wizard she stands, removing glass from your hands! You (normalGirl) say this last line as you (NG) take out a shard of defenestrated glass wedged in your (unknownPerson) hand. UP: Ah! Your (UP) masohedonia exploitometer rises again. It seems that this particular meter never ever reaches full, whenever you get close to the top it somehow manages to make room for a couple more points to drip down into it.

#134: >

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You send NG an ask expressing your feelings on the subject.

#133: >

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AXIOM TWO: The Ideal Gas Law The short of this is that P(ressure)V(olume) = n(umber of moles)R(this one is the gas constant)T(emperature) or PV =nR- THE LOUDEST NOISE YOU'VE EVER HEARD COVERS YOU IN SHARD OF BROKEN GLASS AND THEN !

There's a wizard on your bed.

#132: Hiiiiiiii!!!!!!!! >

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Its sad because he did go down. In history. Heres a little lesson in trickery

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Posting is a form of spiritual bloodletting

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any girls w wanna call me a good little boy

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too scares to have sex. sorry

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my hobbies include smiling and chilling and having fun and everyone wants me dead for it