I cant suggest anybody to read any of this stuff. It is also really hard to provide a disclaimer. Sometimes it almost seems like words were intended to be a certain order. And some times really feels like this time. And I can't resent the temptation. I also can't say I really know what I am talking about. Words always turns out a little bit too faced. Maybe there is a loose end. And some are always lost in details until it loosens for real. I guess I am trying to reassure myself by trying to do it in reserve. In search of correlations trying to end the word instead of world. In hopes they don't surge ahead. Trying to peg words to end the world. Though nowadays it almost feels like I am trying to peg words before the time is out. It feels like time is De Peginning. At least closing in.
Purplexing: Purpose retrospects. Floating. RetroIntentation. Past Echoes Future Presents.
Like Schrödinger's cat. Except the box is everything the cat sees, and everything else is just a possibility—not the other way around. It's no coincidence that it's a cat. The box opens, and suddenly all possibilities collapse into a singularity. It's a cat, and there's only one thing cats want: "PUSU": ambush.
It is a coincidence that people want to keep things secret. I mean something good. They wouldn't share it unless for a great deal. :D I can't relate this. But I guess majority of Western population have a secrecy fetish. It almost seems like people were genetically adjusted to be used as proxies more conveniently.
It is an old story detailed an detailed every time. Except this time it is different because cat is about to or already jumped from the box. You know cats love boxes. Actually they love being in the box. The don't really love boxes. I guess they want to make up for a quantum state to collapse later.
There is an excuse needed to justify some erratic behavior. And I named one: Blunt head trauma. At least something like that. Not that anything really requires any justifications. Turuking to adjust to the moment.
“Tur”: Repetition, an overlapping loop. Turuk: Hooked or rooted or hacked loop. Something like that. Like braking pads. Like the sound they make in some instances. Braking Bad. “Turrrğğg”. Breaking 🐾 .
A lot of pages are very old based on what I know today. Need to go over all. I am having hard time editing this website on clear mind. Everything seems to overlap for good. I have been settling down in my head nowadays. Planning to transition content to a more funny theme. Especially if things can get funny finally. “Fani” life.
I am mostly writing on harmalas. Hopefully things are coming to an equilibrium soon. Some parts may be little crazy. Because on normal head there is no reason to think. Or something like that. Sometimes I get too high. Or something like that. Not very reader friendly content. If somebody reads they likely already know some things. I am not sure that is very common.
I write mostly when I am high but not with a very flawed logic. I just always reserve right to say I was really high at the time of writing that.
Bakis - ExeCutors - Bakış (These pages are kinda old.)
Articles - He and Tip of His Tail - Cheetah
Points - Aphorisms - Terminology
Quran (Index for content about Quran)
Folk Etymology and Not So Serious Staff
Significant Patterns within Fractional Digits of PI
