fitful flights of the hypotenuse exponentially allied with its own inner turmoil come around another bend and you’re stuck in a new angle. reminiscent of some prior angle but at least it’s new the new now angle is exciting , so different, so the same quick boredom sings the same song in a different key it’s not innovation it’s modulation find me the tool to stretch the hypotenuse, and I’ll show you a new shape and a world with some incremental progress. a new spike in the middle of the same old 2d landscape a mound, hell I’ll settle for a small nub. a tiny blinking LED button press now and see the whole world light up like St. Elmo’s fire
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