Chone threw out his burning Chesterfield unflltered cigarette as he flew down Hwy. 41, unknowingly starting a conflagration.
Deeper, deeper...he slowed down, scanning hell's acres until he espied what he was looking for.
"Ahh, here we go."
He pulled off, parked, let loose a britches blaster and then belched loud enough to wake the dead.
"I'm gonna open the trunk, Karen McIntasha, and you better behave."
"I and I's too tired to fights ya, Chone."
Having trussed her like a Christmas turkey Chone lifted her out and tossed her onto a small mound.
"You made a mistake in sending that nit-wit to kill me" said Chone: he then poured a bottle of real maple syrup on Karen's feet.
"Now it's time for payback."
Within a minute or so a horde of fire ants erupted out of their mound and covered a screaming Karen's feet, biting and feasting merrily.
"But that's just for openers."
Chone grabbed a tightly sealed bag, opened it, and dumped hundreds of scorpions on the dumbfounded authoress of time traveling doppelgangers.
He watched the mayhem for a few minutes, then threw a bucket of swamp water on her, forcing the ants and scorpions to cease their activities.
"OK now, have you learned your lesson? Don't fuck with Chone!"
He released her from her bonds, saying "My work is done here; you can beg a ride back into town, and if you EVER fuck with me again i swear I'll find you and make what just happened look like a picnic."
"I and I likes pi'nics...can we has watermelon? And chicken: I and I loves chicken."
Chone laughed his sardonic laugh and let fly a bruising blister which echoed for five seconds or so.
"Stupidity becomes you" he pronounced while lighting up another Chesterfield.
As he drove away toward Miami he espied the dancing glow of flames ahead, in the distance: "Not good, not good at all."
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Chone espied a dancing wall of flame ahead as he motored toward Miami.
"Oh, shit."
He could go no further as fire had engulfed the Hwy.: he turned around, planning to head to Naples.
Enroute he espied Karen McIntasha on the roadside begging for help: he stopped.
'Looks like a forest fire: I'm headed west, wanna ride?"
Tasha espied the front of the fire rapidly advancing toward her: "I and I's would sho 'nuf 'preciate it."
Chone trussed her again and headed west, only to experience the most bizarre thing he'd ever espied.
It seems that an airplane from Columbia filled with Peruvian flake cocaine crashed in the area, spilling its contents: the local population of 'gators feasted on the nefarious cargo and now there were over one hundred coked-up beasts resting on the roadway, blocking any escape to the west.
Forest fire to the east, cocaine 'crocs (I mean, 'gators) to the west: what to do?
The fire, fueled by a wicked east wind, was leaping toward them.
"Karen McIntasha, we need to bail and seek shelter, but how can we survive an advancing forest fire?"
"I and I knows a way, mammie use ta do 'dis when the lan-lord came by fo' hi' rent."
They left the car and at her instruction went into the swamp, finding a hole deep enough to cover them with water; she showed him how to cut a tall reed and to get under the water and breathe through the reed.
Soon the fire was upon them: it seemed like forever until it passed, but it did, and when they arose from the swamp, covered in leeches, the world had been reduced to charred nothingness.
"Looks like we're well and truly fucked" croaked Chone, only to hear "Not me, I and I's a asexual virgin."
Chone laughed so hard he shit himself: it was then that he realized how deeply he was attracted to this black chanteuse, bedecked in leeches though she may be.
"This could get complicated" he realized.
Indeed it could.
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One of the coked up alligators followed Chone and Karen through the swamp partly out of curiosity, and partly out of a desire to escape the coked up cannibalistic feeding frenzy that was about to start. This alligator, who had named himself Rashid for no particular reason, had also learned to speak English and practiced ventriloquism during his free time. Espying Chone's nice car, Rashid got an idea. He threw his voice in his best falsetto, "Hey Chone babe I been looking all over fo' you!"
Chone whipped his head around to find the source of the voice. Karen, as dumb as ever, said "I and I's heard a voice comin' from that there tree."
Rashid watched as Chone and Karen made their way to a particular tree, and then when they were out of view he made a run toward the car, which luckily was unlocked with the key in the engine. He started the car and was about to put it in drive when the engine died. Shit, Rashid mused, there goes my ride out of this hellhole. The noise he made from trying to restart the car made Chone and Karen come running back to the car, where they espied Rashid behind the wheel, cussing and cursing at his bad luck. Now Chone had an idea.
"Karen, that gator can talk and possibly drive. We could make a fortune off him."
Meanwhile back on the road the cannibalistic feeding frenzy had begun.
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(422222222222221 / 244444444444448) = 1.72727272727 ---> 1.72 = (1.02 + 7 / 10) ---> 1271, or 1721, and, (8444444444442 / 1222222222224) = 6.90909090909 ---> 6/9.
To go along with
in which [7 / (3 + 1)] ---> [(1 + 6) / (√9 + 1)] ---> 1691, or 1961, and, 1.75 = (7 / 4) = (7 / 2^2) ---> 7/2 .
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92 -------------> 92 = (90 + 1 + 1) ---> 911, which is today's date.
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Rashid, coked-up though he might have been, was an astute observer of humanity and its foibles: not for naught had he observed his bi-pedal meals for hours before consuming them.
He quickly picked up on the weakness, the fear, the lack of social graces in the female he'd espied clutching a hideous handbag.
Rashid had a plan.
Using his ventriloquistic skill he made it seem that a nearby snapping turtle spoke out: "You know, if you treat him nicely that 'gator in the car will be a great protector. He's kept the boas and other predators from bullying me, but he doesn't work cheaply: he insists on only Church's chicken for payment."
Karen McIntasha grabbed an indifferent Chone and gasped "Oh! Oh! Chone, I and I NEEDS 'dat soooooo badly..."
Blinded by burgeoning love Chone responded "Yes, dear" and quizzed the turtle: "Can he talk like you?"
"Sure he can, and he's also a gambling savant; when he and his brethren play 'gator Bingo he always wins."
Karen almost swooned; "Chone, I and I don' cares wha' it takes, I needs 'dat croc-a-dile."
Rashid chuckled and let slip a saurian fart, then mused "Looks like I'm finally gonna reach Miami, with its endless supply of Peruvian coke."
Karen clapped her hands gleefully, asking Chone "Cans we keeps him?"
Chone had a decision to make...
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(5711 / 359) = 15.908077994428972 ---> 15.9 = [(9 + 6) + 0.9] = [10.9 + (6 - 1)], which go to 969 ---> 6/9, or 9/6, and, 1961, or 1691, respectively, as in my post above.
(9797 / 359) = 27.289693593314762 ---> 27.2 = (27 + 0.2) = (0.1 + 27 + 0.1), which go to 272 ---> 2/7, or 7/2, and, 1271, or 1721, respectively, as in my post above.
Note as well that 15.9 goes to the digits, [1][5][9] as [3^0][5][9] ---> 359 in the answer, too. And, that also the second answer contains a 359 in its decimal expansion in its answer, too, each as in the above sqrt's.
Here's to learning the true meaning of forgiveness, ie, by leaving no man behind.
Interestingly, the grafting integers, 77, 9,797, 997,997, 99,979,997, 9,999,799,997, 999,997,999,997, 99,999,979,999,997, and, so on, which revolved around the digits in the numeral 97 = (10*9 + 6 + 1) ---> 1961, or 1691, led me to look for the ones that involve the digits in the numerals 1721, or 1271, which are referred to, in the literature, at
Note also that 0.16654 ---> 16654, which occurs after the 1270 = 127*10 ---> 1271, or 1271, becomes 16654 = 2 * 11 * 757 = 11 * 757 * (1 + 1) ---> 1175_5711, which was one of the grafting integers in the posts above. And, if the 1, of 16654, is taken with the 1270, then what remains is 6654 = 6 * 1109 ---> 116_911 .
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Yeah. I think that knowing the three, or four - depending on how to look at them - sets of numerals, going by their digits, which I posted, and, then, played around with, some time back, brings also the problem above to its "knees". Ie, to arrive at the same basis for the other blends or flavors of the grafting integers.
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Oh, I should put a link to a list of the above numerals. For my own sake, if I want to come back to it, later on.
https://roberttanniru.weebly.com/2nd...se-10-gis.html
As he pondered life's mysteries and the vagaries of the human heart Chone espied something flat out weird.
Out of the swamp emerged a sight for the ages: a drooling maniac festooned in a polar bear cape, babbling inanely.
Clearly deranged, he mutttered "9797 / 359) = 27.289693593314762 ---> 27.2 = (27 + 0.2) = (0.1 + 27 + 0.1), which go to 272 ---> 2/7, or 7/2, and, 1271, or 1721..."
Rashid had had enough; it was bad enough to get caught in a forest fire but adding gematria to it was piling on insult to injury: in a flash he ran toward the pesky intruder and quickly gobbled him up, spitting out a sliderule and a dildo.
Karen McIntasha was impressed and sighed "You is my protec-tor, I and I hates 'dat math shit."
Rashid belched, then said in a suave, clipped British manner "Rashid at your service, madam; just taking out the trash."
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It's not about, say, the prime numbers, but, about taking all of the numbers apart, in the same way, each time, for each particular instance of the math.
Probably, the first time that anyone noticed the surprise below.
I mean, even if not as portrayed, then what chance of 5711, again, which has to go with the 27-side of things, as opposed to the 96-side of things, and, with each side forming another basic part of the grafting integers?
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As Rashid conversed with his new acquaintances yet another bizarre apparition clawed its way out of the swamp: another gematria-spewing maniac cloaked in a polar bear cape approached the curious threesome, rattling off inane bullshit like there was no tomorrow.
Near delerious, the zephyr croaked " 0.16654 ---> 16654, which occurs after the 1270 = 127*10 ---> 1271, or 1271, becomes 16654 = 2 * 11 * 757 = 11 * 757 * (1 + 1) ---> 1175_5711, which was one of the grafting integers in the posts above. And, if the 1, of 16654, is taken with the 1270, then what remains is 6654 = 6 * 1109 ---> 116_911..."
Rashid let fly a reptilian blast of gas for the ages, and demurred: "I'd chomp this mother fucker but I'm full..." and with that he let loose a nice, deep belch and said " 'Scuse me, must be someone I ate."
This stunned the swamp-weed draped interloper; befuddled, he said "I am a doppelganger of Mean, Horny Fuckstick, whom this 'gator just ate. You can call me Meaningless, Homeless Fool."
Chone, clever lad that he was, had an idea; he said "Solve the Yang-Mills theory or be-gone!"
Immediately the leech bedecked Math Boy started to shake uncontrollably; smoke poured out of his orifices and he suddenly burst into flames.
" 'Now 'dat 'dere is entra-tainment" blurted Karen McIntasha.
Chone wasn't so sure; he said "We might have destroyed our one ticket out of here."
With that the skies darkened, the wind howled, and a cat five hurricane descended upon them.
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Were there even one truth available, then all of the others would have quickly followed from it. And, so, even such seemingly well-posed questions can't, ever, be properly or fully answered. On the contrary, real questions are the ones answered precisely after posed. Self-evident, but not. Like stepping out of space-time for the answer(s). In general, a theory of everything must differ from every thing already posed, let alone because no one has yet survived death.
Chone experienced fear, a very unfamiliar feeling.
"I think we're fucked" he yelled over the screaming wind, his words barely audible through the torrential downpour.
The water quickly rose above the roadway.
"It would be best if the two of you climbed upon my back" suggested Rashid; "and let me carry you."
"I and I ain' never beens ridin' no 'gator a-fore" chimed in Karen McIntasha as she plopped her plump derriere astride the reptilian savior, "but it be better 'n 'dat..."
She pointed toward a huge python which slithered toward them until warded off by a ferocious roar from Rashid.
Soon they were adrift, trying to stay upright, and then a tornado hit: up, up and away they flew, somehow hanging on, until they were deposited unceremoniously in the pond outside the Hialeah Park Casino.
The wind began to die down; Rashid said "I'll bid you adieu for now, but we'll meet up later for Bingo: " and with that he submerged in the pond, intent on wooing a cute 'gator he'd espied.
"Oh Chone, has we died? Is we in Heavens?"
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Hey. Looks like someone scurried away, again, and, with his pinchers between his big knockers. Ha.
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The daft Canuck left his igloo, tied up his dog team and mushed to see his doctor.
"Doc, you need to help me. I've been having one heck of an adventure in my head for the past five months."
Dr. Strangelove put down his briar pipe and through a cloud of sweet smelling smoke said "Do tell..."
"Yes, I think it all started the day I finalized my theory of everything. It was like a blinding flash of light with a lance of sharp pain, followed by continuous hallucinations."
The sawbones puffed away and again said "Do tell..."
"I haven't had a good night's sleep since; my mind won't shut off. I am compelled to post meaningless gibberish on gambling forums and I get the feeling that I am dreaming when I am awake. I smell colors and can see through solid objects. You gotta help me, doc, I think I might be losing my mind."
"Hmmmm, yes...it would seem so. Let me take a look..."
And with that the crusty old healer examined the Canadian goose; it was while examining his ear canal that he espied the likely cause of the problem.
"Ah yes, I see...you've a family of brain worms in your noggin, merrily feasting, fornicating and tap-dancing."
"Brain worms? But...I never accounted for them in my theory of everything, how can that be?"
"The answer is clear: you may think you know everything but obviously you know nothing. Worms come and worms go but self-delusion is permanent. Put that in your pipe and smoke it."
The shattered patient prepared to leave but was stopped: "Wait a minute: let me use my hemostat pliers to remove a couple of those juicy buggers, the arctic char are biting."
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