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11.15.25: Untitled 2 #22

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     The love i felt for Ursula, my small obsession, seemed to wane with the absence of desire—it was as if every modicum of desire, spark, or chemistry, was beginning to wane.  She was also rising up through the democratic ranks—and i don’t know if this had anything to do with it.  But it wasn’t […]

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11.12.25: Untitled 2 #21

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     What was the world up to?  So superman was supposed to go to some climate summit in Jack Daniels’ place—an affront to Jack Daniels, who declined to go, and people, I think, were worried that if they accepted this man, superman, and allowed for his input, then they’d face retribution.  I wanted Ursula for

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11.6.25; Untitled 2 #20

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     I can’t tell you how relieved i was: something was happening all around me; relieved of what?  that Jesus was coming?  Or not?  Frankly i thought Jesus was actually a person from the other side that was experiencing fatigue, and, to make things right, he was going to drive human history to a precipice—he

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11.4.25: Untitled 2 #19

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     I was taking slow shallow breaths—as if i was trying to be very quiet, in anticipation of something, like seeing a wild animal in the wilderness, such as a moose, for example.  What did a moose mean to Ursula?  Did she have some telepathic word for it?  I tried saying it in both Navajo

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11.3.25: Untitled 2 #18

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     it had been, pray tell, a miraculous day; the physics that i (and AI—specifically, ChatGPT) was doing was showing super progress, and i had plenty to keep me busy in the days or weeks ahead.  I thought, “maybe i shouldn’t be writing, now, to Ursula, since the physics is more important.”  But I’d already

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11.2.25: Untitled 2 #17

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      I was getting a visual image of Ursula now—she was threatening to wash my clothes; going into my closet and pulling out clothes.  I thought about telling her not to, but she might’ve taken that the wrong way, so i didn’t.  I don’t know what this symbolized—i suppose i was supposed to interpret it

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10.30.25: Untitled 2 #16

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     I had explained myself well, i think, as i unpacked my ideas and the things i’d learned about spin—or intrinsic angular momentum; but, i admit, i’d gulped my way through two cans of Dr. Pepper and a can of water, and I was feeling a little tired.  I wanted to do more physics—i have

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10.29.25: Untitled 2 #15

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     i’m excited for you and the feeling was mutual, but i wasn’t going to let that statement dictate my life.  Nor was i going to turn away, since we had this relationship, this non-physical—this non-four-dimensional relationship.  We were coupled to something greater than ourselves, but it was something that we were an intrinsic part

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10.28.25: Untitled 2 #14

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4      I’d been pounding Dr. Pepper and carbonated water and the tip of my tongue was a little burnt.  I was trying to stick with non-carbonated bottled green tea—my former drink of choice, before i learned that i could get a mini-rush by drinking soda water rather quickly—i mean in gulps.  There was also

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10.27.25: Untitled 2 #13

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     As i boiled over in embarrassment (for, once upon a time, drawing unwarranted attention to myself), i turned, quickly, to my counting mechanism—as if, for example, i felt like i had pepper sticking to my throat—and did my best to keep the conversation private—that is, in my head as opposed to in my throat. 

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