I want to undo the division of day and night.

utena oblivious hours

in a prestigious lecture hall with cherrywood walls a professor presents this tweet to their class. the students pass it around, each taking their chance to hold the tweet, to feel its weight in their hands. some students use their microscopes to study the tweet closely, others auscultate it with stethoscopes. once each student has had the opportunity to inspect it, the professor asks if there are any questions. the first several questions are the expected requests for clarification-- examples of chumpfuckery, inquiries as to the role of B*rnie in the production cycle of fuckcrustables, etc. the class falls silent again until a student in the back raises a hand and says "had the day not been a cromulent fuckcrustable, would tommy still needy drinky?" the professor's smile is wry yet impressed: this line of inquiry does not occur to every student. the professor says: "tell me what you think." the student ponders for a second, acutely aware that everyone in the room is watching them. "well," they finally say, "i've had days that were fuckcrustables before, some of them cromulent, and ive never needy drinky. wanty, sure, but not needy." the professor prompts them to keep going. "my theory is that... either tommy is lying or... maybe fuckcrustability doesnt actually correlate with drinky requisites?" so what does, another student asks. "i believe the key variables are the ex-wife and the tenant from hell. they generate the needy in question." the professor presses: "how can you be sure that tommy would not needy drinky otherwise?" the student replies, "because we are not talking about chumpfuckery or fuckcrustability in the abstract, we're talking about a confluence of variables producing an intersection of chumpfuckery, fuckcrustability, and cromulence that is greater than the sum of its parts. anyone would needy drinky in those circumstances, and im willing to wager that we could prove it mathematically using the drinky formula." a brief silence ensues before the classroom erupts into applause. that student goes on to graduate at the top of their class and become a leading figure in the field of tweet exegesis. the professor? that was tommy. and the student? that was You.

who can say

which is yet another reason not to doodle dicks in the margins of your notebook - see me after class for an hour of detention.

my polearm technique is unparalleled

i drew a lot of kitties.

2. the author chooses not to refer to their opponents as “vicious sadists thinly disguising their love of violence”. what does this say about them as bf material in comparison to their opponent?

m1=132.2 m2=125.6 m3=74.2 (solar masses) v1x=-5.484 v1y=6.336 v2x=6.784 v2y=-3.151 v3x=2.37 v3y=3.064 (km/s) x1=-30.0 y1=22.0 x2=34.0 y2=1.0 x3=8.0 y3=-20.0 (AU from center) Music: The Shape of Things To Come (BSG) – McCreary