Peter Gastarbeiter: Attila unsar þu in himinam…

Attila unsar þu in himinam…

A Remarkably, Curiously, Seriously Romantic Relationship between a Mossy Stoner, the Lieber “abaci,’ the Philohippasus in all of us, and… the Penultimate penumbra of the Magic Moonglow.

“..that lead me straight to you…”

“…who shines [what color?] light, and wants it shown, that…”

“lead me straight…”

So…

The marijuana addiction counselor…

And the Lesbian Relationship anaesthetic...

207576/207575.

685/33.

And now, the Magic Moon's patent energy drink, with yeast added, and an 00CYTE 0XYGEN trap…

83.

38.

Zero with an umlaut…why does it get an umlaut? I can’t imagine…

I guess technically ZER0 can…walk on water, I mean it could if it, she, whatever, if she had legs…oh…what?

No!

The rolling papers, the Philohippasus number, definitely female on both the top and the bottom. Lesbian, not even Bi-....

e to the one over itself…i-magical superhero of Herculean strength…of self-control, I mean…

One over, once over, ounce over, whatever, whichever...

Orient glow..

24/23.

Two to the narcissist giving itself the once over, the Philohippasus in all of us, especially the ones, ZER0s, rather, with really hot legs, like Delta Dawn (what’s that flower you have on?), O 0RIENT glow!

e to the one over e over two to the one over two, or just

One and twelve nineteenths times one and two thirds to the one over one and twelve nineteenths times one and two thirds…forget this…

Five thirds divided by Thirty-one nineteenths is about the eth root of e over the square root of two…

95/93.

Five thirds divided by Thirty-one nineteenths is about the eth root of e over the square root of two and it is about, like close to, the square root of twenty-four twenty-thirds….

24/23.

This means that Ramanujan instead of trying to be Christian Huygens hugging himself on his death bed, should have smelt the coffee brewing up a yeasty, sugary, spermutation of hungry negative hex addiction…

-6.

.9999998934

In the Universe where I came from, come from, whatever, whichever, Lincoln never would have been elected, and a March Mad Man ‘Hatting’ would have taken taxi cab number 1723.

Mimsy were the Borogroves indeed! And twillig were the Philohippasuses in each and every one of us is what I am thinking right about now…

Thirty-one nineteenths is about..and....5 X 311. Flavors of Ice Cream? No, it's about when it was...

published...

But I’m not about to sing Old One-hundred, much less the dread “Joyful Noise” to ...Atilla unser tu 'in himinam.'

In Hymen Hymn.

To 'la Bella Vergine,' from...

The Bonaccii Scion in the Bonacii Zion…

The Vine of Green Stems would be...

2 5   7   12...

The Vine of Gold Tubes would be...

2 5   7   12...

But here they diverge...

Green Stems would be...

2 5   7   12...          ...17   29   41   70   99   169   239...and cetera...whilst...

Gold Tubes would be...

2 5   7   12...            ...19   31.    Full stop.

More to the point...with a 180 (degrees).

-1 3   2 5   7   12...          ...19   31.    Full stop.

Another interpretation is:    2    5    7 12    17 29 41 53.    Full stop.

This is Philopythagoras vs. Philohippasus in stereo.   Rather than "in one ear and out the other."

Huygens hugging himself, and ldoing some kind of Fourier analysis or whatever he does...

Either way, the fundamental is missing...no God!

Even the (missing) Muezzin sings 'to la Bella Vergine,' from...

From an erect stone penis, phallus...whichever...whatever...

4 -1 3 2 5 7 12... ...19 31. Full stop.

Fool!

Stop!

Okay!

O.

K.

!

Hip Datum for Upstarts.

Red Beards and Grey Lips are seldom friends for long. (Unless your friendly Nigerian Scammer is also an Islamic Fundamentalists.) (Info-maniacs need not apply themselves, not over much anyway.)

On… to the sweet palm fruit…

If one is a highly composite number, wouldn’t one know one’s own name?

Again: if one is a highly composite number, wouldn’t one know one’s own name? Especially if there are Nine Billion of them, and they are all the same?

One more time: especially if there are Nine Billion of them, and they are all the same!

Yes.

No?

19.

No.

A Zero-point Grave for our !Kung Foo Fighter Devilish Purplishes...

One who knows one’s own name(s), and a highly composite Number of you do indeed, if not in Word, , and a highly composite Word of you do indeed, if not in Number, and of course i know, in both…0WK00N…owkoon of you see that (557/199)^(199/557) is a sufficiently evil ratio for our mildly devilish purplishes..red beards, grey lips, and all that suction ‘in vacua’ of 0CCAM’s plastic surgery, and so forth, at any interest rate, bad enough for a Big Short Super Star Sub Prime Black Hole who works on Wall Street for instance…

Amazing Grave for our Zero-point !Kung Foo Fighter’s Devilish Purplishes...

This is very bad news in deed.

The 0-point For his Devilish Purplishes...

The !Kung is dead. Long live the !Kung...

One recalls the Australo Pithecus in the opening scene of 2001, a Space Odyssey, for instantaneously smug satisfaction.

Attacca, at 37:32…

Briefly…

Lang Lang - Beethoven Piano Concerto # 4 ~ Christoph Eshenbach / Japan 2005…

Attacca, at 37:32…

Ten and three eighths as many 'Gods' as the twilligly booroogroovy, mimsy, fictional world would have had it...to...twillingly, booroogroovingly...approve of a sad affair is, well...typical: she just moved herself like a chess piece...robotic, predictable, syndoxially seductive just the same...

But...

621, half dozen to the other. Walk a mile in my [Expletive? Delighted]: 14779/5280…a mile, better than 83 seven times…

621/6.

621, half dozen to the other?

No?

62121/6.

Forget it, 621…bleeh: put the 27 in the top, 23 in the bottom to the flipped power, close enough for a Jerry role Morton (Lawless Lucy, Goosey Gander) Jam Sessile Score with Orchestration/Score-Castration…

Music staff-turned -snake...

621, half dozen to the other.

A mile…14779/5280…a mile.

Nice numbers, 13/9...139...7^2 * 19...gnarly if not round...twisty...Vines...of Pink..and Brown too...but...

Half Dozen is looking really good, the[deleted] person on the Planet...by far...

Alas.

So I decided what I’m going to do now, I’m packing my bags for the Kuyper Belt, out even farther than the Asteroids, distance on steroids, in instant stereo, in your other ear too. Someone said there’s a planet out there ten times bigger than the Earth…

I’m packing my bags for the Kuyper Belt.