:: Closing Time ::

:: Saturday, November 16, 2002 ::

Sometimes the intelligence, the understanding, and the evil cross all at a point. Like three lines, suddenly intersecting. At any given point, you can usually be on one, sometimes even two crossing. But when all three hit, it's a flare on the radar that can tell the truth of what's going. Because everyone who's taken some calc knows : if we know where three functions are at once, and we can take their derivitives at that point, we can define all three functions with differential equations, at least relative to the uncertain universe.

Tonight, one dumb motherfucker thought he was god.

And I knew, at least amongst the people in the room with me, that he couldn't possibly be right. Because that figure was without any shadow of a doubt, me.

Don't ask - because I swear to G_d you don't want to know why.
:: Peter 3:57 AM [+] ::
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