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''User:Serprex 03:42, August 10, 2011 (UTC)

Take one was disposed of

Take two read thus: Originally a silent ticking ended in an alarm of For Our Elegant Caste

This is how I wake myself up when I don't have an alarm clock. I leave four processors running just so they can awaken me with that cacophony

I'm poor with beats, so now I'm A Whale. It happens to be six minutes and six seconds

We'll just keep hush about those six seconds

So: here's the speel

Lonely hollows leave one to invite guests from their lonely hollow. These guests are the best kind. They leave as soon as one busies themselves. So it's only in those silent moments that they intrude. But we can all do with a little intruding every once in awhile

In the kitchen, enthusiastically turning with hands pointing whichever which way

In the shower, as head rolling with nothing to do with it but let it clean itself off

In bed, when the lights are off so that one can't even watch the ceiling so well

These are the moments when there's nothing going on. This is when the conscious mind can play tricks

Many people have experienced these sorts of things with the help of alcohol. That's too much alcohol. There's a divide between the conscious and the unconscious which are similar. A bit of alcohol keeps the two in balance. That way, we're not sitting around having flashbacks that never happened, nor are we jumping out of windows because of snakes

The Devil's tricks

Time's almost up. I forget the key point. Oh well

Oh right. Movies do it wrong. They shouldn't have characters that disappear. They should just have random flashbacks that happen to be happening & that's where six minutes ended

I came up with a game of sorts while drinking for the fourth time: a topic would be decided upon and an hour glass with only a few minutes time set. When I moved, that hour glass with only a few minutes was the first thing to break. It was in my locker. I picked it up, and finally dropped it. The glass broke. Oh well, all well. After a sober round with the topic of hair, which thus included mention of cancer, it'd been declared with two thirds majority that that awful activity never happen again

People love to talk about nothing forever. But give them a few minutes to talk about something, and now it's awful

Other topics that come to mind: belugas, narwhals, relations between the English Opening and multivariable calculus. That last one fell flat

Those three topics were at the tail of that first and only session save for that last rant which was given by another who was not around two months prior. The unwillingness to ramble lead to mixing some Bacardi which was declared as tasting like pine with lemonade which would later be blamed for some awful mindblank. Earlier, pine had really been tasted

This all took place on a futon skeleton. The next scene was cued by four simple words: "Get on the bed." Nobody can say there're any big words there. Those four simple words cued a scene change which cued all the stage props being shuffled off stage. No more hour glass with only a few minutes, no more spiked lemonade, no more clothes. That last has been in four previous scenes, though this'll be the first to complete as implied. There'll be only one future scene to do such, despite the implication cropping up throughout. That second scene is of no importance to 6 minutes. 6 minutes is about fucking who isn't, wasn't, and won't ever be. Not those who were

So then, take three: e4 d5 exd5 Qxd5 Nc3 Qa5 d4 Nf6 Nf3 g6 Bc4 Bg7 O-O Nc6? d5 Nb4?? a3 Na6 Qe1 c5 dxc6 bxc6 Qe2 Nd5?? Bxd5 cxd5 Qxe7#

There are no numbers because the player never changed. The mind flips itself back and forth. White had less time. Pressure comes and goes with each move

They calm the storm because when an old position comes up new, it's the same old position. Memories give justifiable pointers

When memories randomly come about because of the lighting and orientation of the board, however, things start to change. Continuity needs to be kept in order

This is why a nervous sweat starts when eighteen digits are dropped. When upon entering a password, it is realized that this is the previous password. Things have changed. Can't let memories regress like that. Must maintain that contradictions can't happen

If there's no blurring of these recollections, they can't be sorted by their blurriness. But the dates get mangled. Who needs to sort that part? Switch the content around

I say no more