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''I liedUser:Serprex 18:42, July 9, 2011 (UTC)

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I'm locked in a box & can't get out. A box of boxes

Of boxes: Boxes are commonly visualized as cubical. 6 faces, 8 vertices, 12 edges. Though that's the facets of any rectangular prism. Even twirled. But people seem to like 48 symmetries. Hypercubes are commonly visualized as a box of boxes. 8 cells, 16 vertices, 24 faces, 32 edges. & again, you can twirl it all the more but people seem to like 384 symmetries

I have 2 symmetries

I was always taught to spell out the name of a number in referring to it in writing, unless the number grew beyond some large number like 10. Or was it 20? I don't remember. I don't remember a lot of things. Most people would figure it important enough to remember why they're locked in a box of boxes, but I can't quite remember how I ended up in here. I was standing around & walking back & forth & then I was talking about how I was walking & then I was walking out of oscilliation & then I was saying I was walking again & then she said "you're fucked up"

Locked up

What was I even getting at? That it seems silly to spell out numbers instead of writing down numbers when writing numbers. I have to question the authority of a curriculum which teaches that numbers should not be written as numbers

They're numbers. Numbers=69105 should have a number=12 to represent it

I once considered renaming people=3 with 69105. Each person=1 would be referred to with a unique 12 of the speaker's choice. They would learn the 12 that the speaker refers to them as, but would have difficulty translating gossip unless the speaker spoke to them of another 1 often enough that they also learnt the 12 of the other 1. Remember=314 these 69105 are replicated for every 1, so that instead of having a global database of constantly colliding names partially replicated in 3's mind, 3 would have unique name stores. History books would be rather difficult to consolidate. 3 would likely create translation tables to convert one 1's 12 for someone to another 1's. The quadratic nature of maintaining a complete translation table, however, would make it more practical to only create translation tables between 3 who publicly speak of similar 3. Furthermore, these 3 could consolidate their own 12 system to maintain a collision of their 69105 to be the same 1. Honorary 69105 could be reserved for specific 3 to be used by 3. Preferably post mortem. There's plenty of 69105

I have 2 symmetries=81. Broken symmetry=80. I have a dent on the lower part of my left ribs. I don't 314 how the incision got there. I don't 314 if it was there before the incision

Cut it out. I can't cut myself out. I confess that I haven't really left this box=48. I like this 48. I can't 314 the last time it cut me. The temperature=98's nice, so we have something in common. Don't you agree? Of course you do, since we're so alike. 98's so temperate. Weathers through all my bull

My feet are wet. I have 2 feet. I don't like wet feet. I was always taught that that'd get me a cold. I have hypothermia. That means I always like the 98. This proves to be a great social impediment. 3 always like to bitch=71 about the 98 when they 1st sit down, which lets 3 get in some circlejerk about turning up the 98, or turning on the air conditioner, or getting a coat, or finding a coat rack. 3 start it by asking someone else "Are you cold?" or "Is it cold in here?" or "I'm feeling hot in here." That last one isn't even a question. I like those kinds of phrases. The kind where one asserts, & then there's that solemn air of prove me wrong. So I do. I respond "No it isn't, stop being such a whiny 71 about how hot you feel. You're saggy swine, & it doesn't matter how many young losers you cocktease." then 3 pause for a moment before grinding me on how rude I am to say such a thing, not even agreeing with me that the 98 (& the 71) isn't hot. I 314 that much. It's a bit blurry where I'm being escorted & then she said "you're fucked up"

Moral of the story: if 3 must comment on the 98, they should at least have the decency to compliment the carefully constructed & tuned environment which they're so comfortably inhabiting inside of a less carefully constructed & completely untuned environment. Though don't let that last comment think you're excused to 71 about the 98 if you happen to be lounging at a park or some other crack joint

I have 1 nose. For me to maintain 2 81 despite this unique feature, my nose must have 2 81 of its own. I have 2 hands. I have 1 pair of hands. They are not symmetrical hands. I have 9 fingers. 80 ownership is a tree, not a directed acyclic graph. My 2 hands are incapable of sharing my 1 odd finger. Broken 80. I didn't break my 80. Some feisty fuck dragged me off my axis. I considered reducing myself back towards 80, but this is all so superficial. I have 1 heart that'll never get itself straight. I have 1 brain intent on being diametrically opposed in function. I have 1 long intestine that can't pick a side. I have 2 moles on the left of my foreskin

The hydrogen in my body has an infinite 12 of 81. All the leaves of the tree of 81 are symmetrical. Then, somewhere up the line, the symmetrical elements are miscomposed. Are the leaves also symmetrical when the tree sinks into geometry? Is a point symmetical? 0 & infinity meet. The closest the most trivial hyperbola comes to meeting itself is √8

The shortest length is ever reaching for the opposite's fixed point. In contemplation, I came across this function of the diametrically opposed distance: 2√(x2+x-2)

Distance to reflected point of diametrically opposed point: 2√2(x1+x-1)

& there it is again. √8

Too fucking beautiful!

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...: The ... are made of .... I enjoy ... my ... along the ... texture. It's ... enough for me to ... through

I have to. So I do

Beyond the ... is .... I ... him. He won't ... me

You / I'm 20. You're 21 / Last I was ... / I once considered renaming 3 with 69105 / Considered is the ... word / Not quite. I've taken to experimenting my ideas / Again / Again what? / You have poor ... / Poor... / ... / Speak up, silent 71 / I was always ... not to ... more than ... / If you're going to be this incoherent, I'd've been better left locked. But you were thorough in... what did you even do to the wall? / I ... through / The problem with my renaming scheme was that history books would be rather difficult to consolidate / More so if there were many ... / Why the hell would there only be 1 history book? / Collaborative ... / ...I failed to consider that. Fortunately I don't plan to write history books, so I can continue my experiment

He ... the ... by ... 98. I'm ... with the ..., so I ... him and ... his .... His ... are made of ..., rather than .... The ... touch ... me from ... them again. His ... is ...

When'd you start ellipsisizing? / I was always ... not to ... more than ... / & I was always taught to spell out the name of a 12 in referring to it in writing, unless the 12 grew beyond some large 12 like 10. Or was it 20? I don't 314. I don't 314 a lot of things. Most people would figure it important enough to 314 why they're locked in a box of boxes, but I can't quite 314 how I ended up in here / You ... yourself / Stop ellipsisizing you silent 71, nobody understands what you're trying to say so omittedly terse. My point was that I have to question the authority of a curriculum which teaches that 69105 should not be written as 69105. You have to question the authority of a curriculum which teaches ellipsisizing without teaching Shannon. How did I end up in here? / You ... yourself / ...What's the 2nd word of that sentence? / ... / That's it, I'm out, you're a mindfucking 71

Too bad there's no .... I should ... through him. With a shoe. It must be a shoe. There is no other ... but shoe. I wish I always had such ... thought. Or ... I do, but English ... so many .... I need a ... language. Always ... the tiniest? This all ... there's a ....

Variant: I wish I always had such (decisive direct exact precise sharp unambiguous) thought. Or I (maybe perhaps possibly potentially) do, but English (displays gives has offers) so many (choices options possibilities). I need a (decisive direct exact precise sharp unambiguous) language. Always (choose pick say select) tiniest? This all (assumes believes muses presumes) there's a (law method rule system)

Earlier, English had been .... Because it's ... from the .... This latter ... is what he ... my ... was

The ... word ... is five. Imagine the ... word ... with ellipsisization

I mean, if I really didn't want to ellipsisize, I wouldn't. People abide by teaching while breaking it all the time. Especially in thought

I learnt to ... my ... after being ... for always ... what's on my .... eg. telling ... that he is ... in a ... of ... because he's an arrogant ... who decided ... himself into a ... of ... would be the best way to ... his sole pitiful goal in life: be fucked up

That's factual. I also ... my ... for opinions. eg. I think ... should be less ... and more .... ... isn't fair. People are too .... My ... color is .... I think ... are better than .... My ... opening is 1. ... ... 2. ... ... 3. ... ...

I once told ... my ... color. It was an awful .... I was convinced. I ... my ... color. I ... a new ... color: ...'s ... color. Henceforth, I ... about .... People didn't know my opinions, so they could only ... "She's got opinions all her own"

She's got opinions all her own / ... / & then she said "you're fucked up" / You're fucked up / See? I'm fucked up. But I'm right / ? / I've got an idea. I believe the universal root is √8. Closely related to 3√8. The former is irrational, while the latter is rational. Latter follows the former. We're in cells. I'm locked in a box & can't get out. A hypercube has 8 cells / That's ... / Why did I even bother talking to you? / You should ... me as 71 ... 21 / I started naming at 20 to reserve the 1st 20 names for various sorts. 71 has already been claimed for the word-- 71 has humor / ... / Silent 71 all the same. It'd be more interesting if you mimed

I ... his back the finger

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Je suis enfermé dans une boîte et ne peut pas sortir. Une boîte de boîtes

« J'ai un dieu propre »

That's what he, Hop Lexo, would exclaim while collecting on his miraculous victories. He, Hop Lexo, was a lucky man. It wasn't that he, Hop Lexo, could walk into a casino and come out ahead, nobody's luck affects their chance of falling into a stateless statistical outlier, but that he, Hop Lexo, always seemed to have the perfect amount of education to make an educated guess. When he, Hop Lexo, was asked « Voulez-vous vous enfermer dans une boîte? Une boîte de boîtes » he, Hop Lexo, made the presumably educated guess Oui. In this particular instance, he, Hop Lexo, had made an awfully uneducated guess. It turns out that he, Hop Lexo, knew absolutely nothing about boxes. Especially boxes of boxes. As to how someone could agree to being locked inside something they have no understanding of: we're dealing with someone who claims to own a god

He, Hop Lexo, had a keycard. He, Hop Lexo, had be given it, as it seemed someone wished to test his luck. It would open one door. There were six locked doors in his cell. He, Hop Lexo, made the educated guess that he, Hop Lexo, had half odds on selecting the correct exit on the basis of the box of boxes being two by two by two. He, Hop Lexo, had educated himself on boxes since his fatal mistake of agreeing to be locked inside a box of boxes. Though he, Hop Lexo, didn't know it was a fatal mistake at this moment. He, Hop Lexo, decided, therefore, that there was no reason to be picky about which door to open. All the surfaces were identical

The door dialated. Cardboard was in the way. This gave him hope: He, Hop Lexo, had already learnt that boxes were made of cardboard. Unfortunately for him, however, the cardboard was only the cardboard of a box within the box. Upon puncturing through this cardboard floor which was the ceiling of the box below and had only recently become a roof when the door dialated. He, Hop Lexo, was then free to see that below was not out, and free to descend into this cardboard room below

He, Hop Lexo, executed the first liberty before the second

- Allo?

- Allo

- Desolé, j'avais espéré que mon choix de le plancher serait chanceux

- Aucun ...

Ridiculous, French? I have to deal with some half mute and a frog? Some feisty fuck's got it in for me / You forgot ...? / Forgot what? I don't 314 a lot of things

- Monsieur! Vous êtes qui a demandé si je veux être enfermé dans une boîte de boîtes

- Il ne se ... de rien. Même la ...

- Mais certainement il sait la sorti

- J'en ...

Only now did he, Hop Lexo, decide to execute the second liberty. Passing through his floor, his ceiling dialated so that when he, Hop Lexo, hit the wet cardboard floor he, Hop Lexo, broke through. Less than a moment later, he, Hop Lexo, was falling through his ceiling and then his floor and then reaching out to grab at the cardboard floor but only having it disintegrate further so that he was again falling through his ceiling and then his floor and etc. It'd be neat to be able to look up and see yourself falling down

Care to ...? / I've considered: if you take a line and wrap it along the 2nd dimension to join the endpoints, you get a circle. If you take a square and roll one edge along the 3rd dimension to meet the opposite edge, and then roll the tube like the line, you get a torus. It seems this box of boxes has a similar process applied to it along the 4th dimension, so that we're inside a 4D torus

Now, to be clear, he, Hop Lexo, had not fallen down infinity at a perfectly parallel path. Parallel enough to reach terminal velocity, but not enough to not have his head fall forward and hit the metal frame about the door he, Hop Lexo, had only recently opened. Instant decapitation etc

Izzy could only say "Lucky." Don't take this as some sarcastic remark, decapitation was a much better way to end the infinite fall than say having an arm shear off and then bleed to death after bouncing into a wall and having to suffer taking all the impact on one's legs and back. That latter part was explained earlier when I last said "etc." Not to mention the lack of anyone else getting hurt from the resulting projectiles

He, Hop Lexo, est fini

& I didn't even get to tell you about how he, Hop Lexo, was a renowned French hip hopper. You wouldn't think someone would actually name their child Hop, right? Especially with a surname like Lexo

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