Overconfident people

Rrrrr...

'None of the hypotheses, in my view, is particularly convincing.'

-So... what happened with that issue...?
- Heh, not a lot. But I'll tell you when we meet next time in the pub...
-That sounds like you are pulling me.
- Well, you could think that... or, you could think that I am far too busy for speaking right now, so I just think in the potential moment we casually see each other. Don't confuse yourself.
- Oh, right.





Do not confuse yourself.

The Pauli Exclusion Principle

'The Pauli exclusion principle with a single-valued many-particle wavefunction is equivalent to requiring the wavefunction to be antisymmetric.'

I don't belong here...

Smooth.

How to write good.
1. Avoid Alliterations. Always
2. Prepositions are not words to finish sentences with.
3. Avoid cliches like the plague. They are old hat.
4. Comparisons are as bad as cliches.
5. Be more or less specific.
6. Writers should never generalize.
Seven: Be consistent!
8. Don't be redundant; don't use more words than necessary; it's highly superfluous.
9. Who needs rhetorical questions?
10. Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.

I'm nearly there. Again.
Lasts steps are always difficult.

The Christmas Flavour Concept.

Staring each other from the top of nowhere.
Could even be in nowhere?

How many souveninrs do I keep? How many still to go?
Last night I travelled as a picture. Wearing flesh.
And I did lost all the mega pixels and the measurements of your bedding pack.

How much did it cost to see each other? In time measures, please.
And at the next morning I need to cheer up you cause I couldn't be bothered last night.
Well, in fact I was, but too late.


Silent cinema. Genius hidden in people with grandeur delusions.
(Yeah, Byron and Wilde, I won't forget that).

Concealed are the greatest anyway.
Reading again and again the same caption of the journal pages.

They are being researched again.
Researched again.

****

But even if the Crystal Palace hangs over Bleak House, it is, of course, not in it.

The Christmas spirits are not the same everywhere. So does it change the Christmas flavor.

Do I taste like Christmas, Sir?

Twin Shadow Forget

I miss your songs, I miss your hair, your laugh and even your indifference.

Oh wait, no, I don't miss this one.

As John Maddison's character used to say: I don't know why I shouldn't but I don't.




Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

 In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

 Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

(William Earnest Henley)







...

I'm emptying.



P.D: La batalla entre el nadaqueperder y la mentirijilla de la autosuperación.