05/01/2024
What’s love?
Tailored lover terror, Tailor swift squad
It should be about US, be about
trust, not peaking.
What’s lover got to do with love? Babe, here’s my number, call me maybe— I’ll be picking.
I answered the call, in a few, I heard a soft and beautiful voice at my bedroom’s door. Back to 17 again.
I was just 24. How, I just wondered before opening the door, to greet in between seventeen. I dived into it. Seventeen was handy to swiftly call her up to the streamer to perform seventy seven tracks on an Al-bum.
Let’s assume x=lover, to simplify the complexity of the idea of love in three dimensions. X represents the value at which loved ones are at optimal satisfaction level in a continuously distributed timeline t. Meaning, one can imagine an infinite number of potential greetings seconds before opening the door, I.e. between t = 1 second and t = 2 seconds, there’s infinity. X becomes t infinity— remains the same regardless of time and space grounded at ground zero— labeled image. The rest is image processing imaginary brute algorithm. Photographic memory!
Anyone who can remember the face of a girl and nothing else can fall in love depending on how often he can imagine her in perfection, at least, secret admirer. Love is imaginary, as is hate— the magnitude and direction too. I love to imagine in perfection, even the imperfections, do I like to imagine them in perfection. The trick is that you’ve to memorize the chic pic quire cu***ng SaTCom through t Al-goes to infinity to stuck in between seventeen— capital T is the global target. Or in statistical jargons, t is the statischic and T is the populischic for sample and population sizes respectively.
The objective was to torture the sample until it confesses the secrets of global population of chics to be rounded and gentstrolized into perfection scientifically. Lack of reliable connectivities, concave, convex lenses, loonies, lonelies, balloonies, phonies, falsies, lalawlies, polifies, polefees, confies and cuties interupties sadlies— sad lies sideline.
Ancient faithfully sufficient records indicate people were able to imagine the good one among them in perfection of love and kindness to carve images of their imaginations out on rocks, stones, metal or plates in and out of caves as images of their God. They observed astrology and created observation trilogies logging the trinity logic and scripting codes advancing their literary skills in a vast collection of letter symbols that grew into the original ancient scriptures and other fundamental literatures as the dawn of the very first human civilization— the origin of humanity was earned as the first intelligent human.
Lucy or literacy— lie Tracy— was a few centuries before the people just evolved from the Neanderthal families started to expand centering around Ancient Greeks that compiled, sorted and developed the scientific, philosophical, spiritual, cultural and artistic phenomena that led to the standardization of Euclidean Alphabets of 24 letters and the Latin Alphabets that were used in one form or another to be able to spell out their multitude of languages ushering the era of printing presses and written historical records mid fifteenth century.
The Vikings, the Barons and the Ottomans were the victors who had written all the historical records about imaginative people with pure imagination. However, imaginations require real images to imagine leaving images or I’m ages off kind of blues clues that help to retimeline the bloodlines, rivers of blood and trails of tears that we can’t even begin to imagine the margins of GeneAlogICal— advanced inverted logarithmic analytical— calculations needed in gene sequencing to geographically mark territories because it’s just that Tery Tory bytes of bites to bite the past together to your taste or liking or V-iKings.
The nostalgia!
