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Karen Chone Wilson-Nathan Esq. ripped the manuscript page from her typewriter. She muttered to herself "hemostat pliers, brain worms..." before exclaiming, "By God! It's pure poetry! I must submit this forthwith to the most selective literary journal I can look up on Google." She shivered at the thought of finally being paid in journal copies, because journals make good kindling, and by gods this cabin in the subarctic was freezing. She shivered some more.

Her boyfriend, Chone Dean Kentry-MacInTasha, sauntered into the room. Upon espying the manuscript page, but being unable to read and therefore ascertain it was highfalutin poetry, he rolled the page into a 1 inch wide tube, dropped his trousers and carefully inserted it into his rectum.

"Look babe! I made a butt straw out of this paper!"

Then he farted tunefully through the tube, a slightly off key Greensleeves. He called again, "Babe?"

Karen was lost in thought at the window. In the condensation, she etched with the tip of her pinky nail a few equations. 2592 = (2^5) x (9^2). 46660 = 4 + (6^6) x (6^0). A stout wind blew and shook the cabin with ominous vibrations. Both Karen and Chone sensed something dangerous was heading their way.

[MisterV]

As they espied Rashid slither off to conquer yet another reptile, Karen McIntasha shivered due to being sopping wet and having a nearly sexual form of anticipation.

"Oh Chone, I and I can'ts believes 'dat de casino be still standin' affer 'dat hurricane."

The duo wandered from the pond through the maw of the Temple To Greed, gasping and stunned.

"'Dere be a foot of water everwhere" chimed Karen: "I and I sees a floatin' crap game."

Amazingly enough the casino was empty: no staff, no patrons.

"And Chone, honey, does you sees how all de chips still be in 'dere racks?"

With that Karen quickly stuffed her hideous handbag with casino chips, opting for the red ones as that was her favorite color.

"We be rich."

Alas, unknown to Karen the live feed from the Eye in the Sky had captured her theft in real time and due to circuit malfunctions had shunted it to CNN where it was broadcast in real time.

"Chone honey, let's go to Churh's Chicken, I and I is hongry; but first..."

Without further ado she dropped her filthy, nasty, shit-stained panties and laid a stinking pile of poo on the roulette wheel.

"I and I never liked 'dat game."

Meanwhile, Judge V. watched the above on his 98 inch Sumsung big screen; while chopping up Peruvian flake he laughed so hard his dentures flew out.

"What an iditot!"

What an idiot, indeed...

"I think I'll soon have that bitch in front of me..see you soon, dearie."

[pinchingyourballs]

Meanwhile, in the ill-conceived decorative pond infested with gators -- one of millions dotting the humid hellscape of Florida -- Rashid made a startling discovery. His sister Habiba was living there.

"Rashid!" Habiba cried upon recognizing her brother.

Rashid tried to turn away and pretend he didn't notice his name, but Habiba could recognize all the siblings hatched in her clutch, except for the ones she ate.

"Rashid, you dirty dog, you still owe me $1000."

"Habiba, wow it's been a long time," Rashid started. Then he threw his voice in his finest falsetto: "Habiba, get back here, we found drowned horse!"

Unfortunately for Rashid, his sister was an equally skillful ventriloquist and knew all his tricks. She furrowed her gator brows and stared him down. In the murky water he could just barely make out her form. His heart pounded with fear when he realized she had grow to at least twice his size.

"Good eats in this casino pond, eh sis?" Rashid said timidly.

Habiba did not reply, but smiled a wee smile opening her jaws just a smidge.

[MHF]

Karen was lost in thought at the window. In the condensation, she etched with the tip of her pinky nail a few equations. 2592 = (2^5) x (9^2). 46660 = 4 + (6^6) x (6^0).

The digits within the years, 1961 to 2061, and, 1691 to 1791, are 0, 1, 2, 6, 7, and 9. Similarly, the digits within the complementary corresponding years, in the other universe, 1721 to 1821, and, 1271 to 1371, are 1, 2, 3, 7, and 8. With the overall digits in the years above, 0, 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, and 9.

Then a numeral that contains the overall digits above may be formed by them in the bases, and, separately, in the exponents. Namely, 17308926 = 0^9+1^7+2^1+3^0+6^3+7^2+8^8+9^6.

Interestingly, the 8's stick to the 8's, the 3's (with 0's) stick to the 3's (with 0's), and, the 6's, and 9's, stick to the 6's, and 9's, the 2's, and 7's, stick to the 2's, and 7's. And, of course, there're no 4's, or 5's, because these numerals (along with 0's, and 1's) form the neutral set of numerals.

As well, that the added digits in the first set are 0, 2, and 7, and, the added digits in the second set involve 3, and 8, with 3 = √9, for the 9, and, 8 = {[√(antilog(0^0) - 6)]^3}, for 0, 6, and 9, with the 0 in the latter set, too.

A stout wind blew and shook the cabin with ominous vibrations. Both Karen and Chone sensed something dangerous was heading their way.

The sums of squares that make up the initial numerals above each involve two sets of 6's.


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[MisterV]

The daft Canuck had lost all desire to finish his poutine when suddenly his headache pain ceased: in its place a faint voice reverberated in his noggin.

"Garnabby...Garnabby...it is I, the ghost of casino losses past..."

The befuddled hoser looked around, espying nothing other than the hoarder's rewards he decorated his hovel with.

"Who and where are you?"

A snickering laugh was all he heard in response.

Deep within his ear one brain worm whispered to another "Let's REALLY fuck with this guy" ... and the game was afoot.

[MHF]

Now I wonder about the numeral, 17308926. Hmm.

[pinchingyourballs]

Some countries have 8 digit phone numbers (minus the equivalent of an area code). Maybe you could call some 17308926's and ask them for advice.

[MHF]

Some countries have 8 digit phone numbers (minus the equivalent of an area code). Maybe you could call some 17308926's and ask them for advice.

Wait until you see what it means ...




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343 ----------> 343 = 7*7*7 ---> 777

[pinchingyourballs]

Sweet, 343 is a favorite of mine.

[MHF]

Wait until you see what it means ...

17308926 = (1^7 + 7^2 + 3^0 + 0^9 + 8^8 + 9^6 + 2^1 + 6^3), with exponents, 7, 2, 0, 9, 8, 6, 1, and 3.

From there, 17308926 = [17300000 + (10000 - 1074)] = {17300000 + [10000 - (1 + 3 + 70 + 1000)]} ---> 1/731_137\1, or, 1/137_731\1, and,

72098613 = [(-1000000 + 73000000) + (100000 - 1387)] = {(-1000000 + 73000000) + [100000 - (1000 + 300 + 77 + 10)]} ---> 1/731_137/1, or, 1/137_731\1, the same as above.

Sweet, 343 is a favorite of mine.

I still like the numeral, 359, in a way, or more so, over the others.

Something that I noticed, the other day, is, "The string 555 occurs at position 177 = 3*59 ---> 359, counting from the first digit after the decimal point, the 3 is not counted." From the notion, "The string 359 occurs at position 142."


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119 -----> 119 ---> 911

[MisterV]

Moe whispered to Larry "Let's convince this putz that he's like a god...then we'll reel him in."

Larry quit munching Garnabby's center lobe long enough to fart his tuneful agreement, then went back to finish noshing.

Before you could say "Jimminy Cricket" Garnabby heard a voice in his head saying "You will become as famous as Plato...or maybe even Taylor Swift...You will now develop a Theory of Everything."

The daft Canuck put down his Molson and toasted blubber snacks and said aloud "Say WHAT?"

It was then that Moe exerted the control which is the special purview of brain worms: the hoser was putty in his slimy appendages.

Ten hours of continuous instruction reverberated in Garnabby's brain pan; at its conclusion he realized that he finally had a goal in life (other than squandering his time and money in casinos and penning obscene gematria on bathroom walls): he set madly to work, fueled as always by illegal pharmaceuticals.

Inspired by his hero Jack Kerouac (a fellow Canadian speed freak) Garnabby hand wrote his T.O.E. on a continuous roll of paper, fueled by meth and a craving for immortality.

Three days later having finished his magnum opus he used the last of his inheritance money to ship it to a self-publishing house for printing.

Exhausted, he put his head on his filthy pillow, only to hear "The worst is yet to come...the worst is yet to come..."

Moe snickered to Larry: "Just wait...this'll be good."

[MHF]

Inspired by his hero Jack Kerouac (a fellow Canadian speed freak) Garnabby hand wrote his T.O.E. on a continuous roll of paper, fueled by meth and a craving for immortality."

Wasn't he an American?

[MisterV]

Wasn't he an American?

Technically, yes.

But he was of French-Canadian ancestry.

Kerouac was raised in a French-speaking home in Lowell, Massachusetts.

He "learned English at age six and spoke with a marked accent into his late teens.

So, I stand corrected...I guess I simply remembered the Quebecois connection.

[theywontpayontuesday]

How can people keep up with this? I don't even know what this is anymore.

[MisterV]

Yes, it is tough to follow the thread, but I'll try to sort it out.

It all started with Karen, aka Tasha, posting a truly hideous tale of time travel and doppelgangers.

Seeing an opportunity, myself and others chimed in, adding, amplifying and thoroughly derailing her original plot...such as it was.

She has left in a huff blaming us for killing her tale. Boo hoo hoo.

Currently Garnabby posts babbling gematria under the sock MHF.

That leaves it to me and pinchingyourballs to continue the saga, but we have veered madly from the idiocy of Karen to the absurdity of our own creation: the tale veers wildly, which is how all tales should veer.

We have me flaming Karen McIntasha, pinchingyourballs creating Chone and Rashid the ventriloquistic alligator, and me targeting good old Garnabby simply because it's the right thing to do.

I expect to introduce characters based on the hound and Robert in the future: stay tuned for more kindergarten playground mayhem.

I cannot speak for anyone other than myself but this is fun...whether an audience agrees or can even be found is beside the point.

[MHF]

How can people keep up with this? I don't even know what this is anymore.

Yes, it is tough to follow the thread, but I'll try to sort it out.

It all started with Karen, aka Tasha, posting a truly hideous tale of time travel and doppelgangers.

Seeing an opportunity, myself and others chimed in, adding, amplifying and thoroughly derailing her original plot...such as it was.

She has left in a huff blaming us for killing her tale. Boo hoo hoo.

Currently Garnabby posts babbling gematria under the sock MHF.

That leaves it to me and pinchingyourballs to continue the saga, but we have veered madly from the idiocy of Karen to the absurdity of our own creation: the tale veers wildly, which is how all tales should veer.

We have me flaming Karen McIntasha, pinchingyourballs creating Chone and Rashid the ventriloquistic alligator, and me targeting good old Garnabby simply because it's the right thing to do.

I expect to introduce characters based on the hound and Robert in the future: stay tuned for more kindergarten playground mayhem.

I cannot speak for anyone other than myself but this is fun...whether an audience agrees or can even be found is beside the point.

A lifetime of one drug, or another, coupled with a lack of formal training, a similarly tenuous grip on reality, and, a conscious nudge here, and there, from me, and a few others, over the years, left V with cancer as the least of his worries. Now the poor boy truly believes that he's a renowned writer, even after I explicitly stopped with the anagrams with gematria, a while back. In a nutshell, fucked.

Yes, patience is a virtue.

[pinchingyourballs]

Good morning. Please enjoy the following

4 x (3x6x8x64) = 36864
3 x (7x9x9x47) = 79947
3^5 x 7 x 21 = 35721

and try not to take yourself too seriously, Abby. We wouldn't want you going the way or red or kew.

[MHF]

17308926 = (1^7 + 7^2 + 3^0 + 0^9 + 8^8 + 9^6 + 2^1 + 6^3), with exponents, 7, 2, 0, 9, 8, 6, 1, and 3.

So how about turning around the above, in an effort to finish off the thus stuff?

7^1 + 2^7 + 0^3 + 9^0 + 8^8 + 6^9 + 1^2 + 3^6 = 26855778, which doesn't share the same outright property as 17308926, in terms of using each of the digits, 0, 1, 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, and 9.

However, something works, say, 26855778 = (26891730 - 35952) = [26891730 - (35953 - 1)], with the red digits above almost as before, but, in a backward sense, and, (35953 - 1) ---> 1/359_953 .

So how about another song, this one at a time of 3:59?



Oh, almost forgot to do the (100000000 - 26855778) = 73144222, thing, but, with the entire numeral, which then goes to 1/731_142 .

Interestingly, if go the route of PYB's original thus notion, then (2^6+8^5+5^7+7^8) = 5875758 ---> (10000000 - 5875758) = 4124242 ---> 142, I think, by bringing the 1 to the front.

[MisterV]

I explicitly stopped with the anagrams with gematria, a while back.

Perhaps I owe you an apology there old boy as I improperly labeled the numerical stuft you keep posting as gematria: thank you for clarifying that it is not.

I don't care what it is, I will only say it is certainly not moving the narrative forward.

But that's just fine, there is no "real" narrative.

Too bad you're a math boy and unable to contribute anything meaningful and absurdly comical to this festering pile of verbal vomit.

Say, I know: put down that calculator and try adding something to the story; hell, create your own parallel universe...just try to use words, not numbers and equations.

I only got 626 in my math SAT in high school, and never took math beyond trig and algebra, and most of that has been long forgotten, so I won't be joining you in your math mayhem.

To infinity, and beyond --->

[pinchingyourballs]

"I'm just not feeling it for the number 17308926," Habiba the ventriloquist alligator said to her lesbian wife, Alison, as they munched on the remains of her ventriloquist alligator brother Rashid. Habiba and Alison often enjoyed erudite conversations about recreational mathematics when they cannibalized. Because they could not cannibalize in the same pond for very long, they were frequently on the move. This morning they were on their way to Disney World.

"Well consider this," Alison rebutted, "17308926 factors as 2x3x3x23x41809, if you add those you get 41840, which is the zip code some place in Buttfuck Kentucky."

Habiba considred this carefully, and then got an idea. "Alison, darling, are there alligators in Kentucky?"

"No, dear, there are not. But there is a lot of bourbon."

"OK, forget Disney World, let's ask the witch Axl Rose to turn us into humans, and the move to Kentucky and become alcoholic lesbians!"

Alison said, "Give me a minute to think it over."