Numbers are never a crime
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And while that original question still stands, I've read it through again and think it's a short story of some sort. But I really can't make out the underlying message in the madness.
So please; what the fuck is this?
EDIT: Ah. OP explained. That's...interesting. But why is it on HN?
people here seem to like math and seem accepting of mental illness
it's like my mind keeps coming back to a feeling of peace and connectedness with the world, and i want to accept and embrace it and just be ok with it, but getting off of 16th bart station and walking past people covered in piss, and having that just be something you do because clearly that is correct, it is of course necessary for grown men to wear moth-eaten clothes covered in their urine.
Axioms and checksums.
Patents and hatchets.
The first to derive the truths of the universe.
The second to protect me from 3rd party interlopers.
The third to protect my ideas for a time.
The fourth will be used to hack my own mind.
Numbers and patterns fill up it's space.
The first is what spawns them to place;
inside the answers to questions I find.
Of which it seems my head is encumbered.
While my sanity stays lulled in eternal slumber.
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i meant to claim for myself legal authority over anything written in language that was unintentionally ambiguous.
i'm manic as shit right now because i'm terrified of the world being unstable, and when that happens my mind explodes and i feel powerful