07/27/2013
lest ye wander beyond my warm embryonic walls, the stink of the devil's lettuce lingering on your breath and category theory on your mind, BEWARE MY CHILDREN AND ARCHITECTURAL BRETHREN, for they-of-blue-uniforms-and,-relatively-speaking,-pretty-limited-legal-standing are watching, like some melodramatic spy movie on FX droning in the background at 4 am while you're licking microwaved ice cream out of the carpet w/ your obese, resentful cat trying to prove the riemann hypothesis using finger paint and spicy cheetoh dust, or that's what the cat's doing at least, number theory's kinda tough when you're a rectangular opening of space with wall to wall chalkboards and an array of respected mathematical publications but sadly no limbs or mobility (minus planetary rotation or the occasional seismic event) whatsoever
