the place that i took this photo from was sunk yesterday afternoon when it came close to freeing itself from the shackles of pontoon life and cascade down the river, slowly meandering a path of extreme death.
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mullet, many i thought literally signing off from the chaos epoch was going to bring a resounding level of calm to my non-literal (what occurs
I’m here with a specific purpose in mind: to log the adjustment in my perceptions of using phones for taking photos – don’t get me
i was planning on ranting about the scenario surrounding my phone, its camera and the ensuing dilemma but in that process i came upon a
i feel like over the last 6 months or so ive gone into abnormally deep depths relating to the chaos epoch and what that is,
heal street, new farm, aus. its crossroads time for Jacob and no this isn’t about chaos because im sure each and every route is riddle
chaos forever, bring on the bedlam and lather me in insanity, its all fine as the only really confirmation i have for these/those experiences is
the espresso paradox considers the point where the espresso’s speed benefits result in a longer completion time than if one had not spent time acquiring and consuming the espresso in the first place. this point is mostly controlled by one’s desire to consume the espresso, not the resulting time gains.