LonelySalmonid

I close my eyes. I enter my Mathemagical Mind Palace. I see the object before me. I'm working out the differential equations. The derivative of the function with respect to time is equal to a constant times the second derivative of the function with respect to distance from the origin. A billion vectors rendered in with ray-tracing. I see the phase portrait. I see the three-dimensional manifold in a four-dimensional space. The shadows on the wall and the ancient beings who make the shadows. I peer into the amethyst eyes of the unyielding serpent. I have done my calculation.

wait i dont give a fuck

your dinner struggle is currentrly reminding me of the 3 different times i have made a pasta product the worst its possible to make a pasta product & one of them resulted in a number of people thinking that the end result was a pile of smoked cigarettes