Wednesday, 25 February 2015

I Wrote a Letter to My Love and On the Way I Dropped It

Blue-Black Semantic had been stationery for over 2 days, silently evaluating the person of Probability Theory.  As a random subset of  Planes in the Boolean Fields, it was difficult to set activity parameters for further moves forwards (or backwards for that matter).  The Continuum of Percolation was serving no one any good, least of all the Curious B.
That’s the difficulty with theoretical bounds of information capacity - the Grammar Rules were unruly and generally extremely excitable (something to do with compound possession?).  Further problems were alternative subjects and verb agreement - no wonder the

Curious B.  had wandered off with a tattered and battered map indicating overlapping sets of realizations.

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