tlon andru235 the formless thinkedness inclining my extra-carpalities to thus proliterate results from my presentiments of having been taught a past fictivity about the fictitious "urth"; a tale that i am compelled, by the non-selves, to withstand as a verity. and though i try to allocate nouns to my thinking about the non-selves, it is adjectives that abound in my extrapersonal contemplations: absurd, preposterous, ridiculous. how is it, then, that this paralogue has become a mere hronir of my intended discourse? 051115 ... andru235 it_came_from_uqbar 051115 ... . . 080805 ... f hook the blogger who ate all the peanuts. 080806 what's it to you? who go blather from