Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: notes/july-2026-tasks ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── my two tasks right now: protect the chalice watch for one specific group of allies, who are arriving last. should be easy enough, right? all I gotta do is drive safe, and stay sober. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/belt-buckle-idea ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── What if on a pair of shoes they were "laced" or rather "secured" with a belt buckle that had two buckles, one on each end. The holes would be placed such that an increase in tightness on one side would be a 0.5x increase in tightness in the other. So, they'd be alternating in tightness - for example: Left: right: 0.5 | 1 1.5 | 2 2.5 | 3 3.5 | 4 Etc This might allow for increased customization of fit. Tighten loosely with one side, make snug with the other. Or vice versa, in reverse. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/right-rooms ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── I am not the right person. the right person does not exist. I am not in the right rooms the right rooms don't exist. I am not the queen of darkness. the queen of darkness... there is only people, and the bad guys. the bad guys will kill everyone if they can. the only thing that can save us is if we all fight back. we all are struggling in our own way. there is no peril but the fear in our hearts. the fear can only eat us alive. there is no peril greater than the strength of our hearts. our hearts are alive. she might be me. she doesn't exist. I exist, she might be me, I am not her. oh, queen of darkness, I beseech thee: if you are to be me, let me be me indeed. oh, queen of darkness, let it be: if you make deeds, let these deeds be something I'd be. I am fallible, but I am me, and I am principled, I know that I will always always heuristically guide myself scientifically and experientially toward good hope life these are but a few of the deeds I could be, but none of them are evil all of them are somewhere between good and neutral if you want to be, let you be through me, and let me be as I am, something good, perpetually. if not then I am not interested though I am a bit interested make me more interested? good and evil is old fashioned, I think she's not looking at me anymore. :) yay darkness averted I'm gonna go do some sins now ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/sorry-not-interested ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── sorry, I am NOT interested in trading my soul for power. I'll do it the hard way, by doing... stuff... ... or maybe I just won't, because I don't even want power anyway? how many times do I have to go over this, I relinquish that kind of thing ASAP because it's just too much to bother with. I'm a "sometimes" kind of girl, and I like to do my own thing. But of course, I do it for you, unspecified viewer. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/game-recommendations ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── when recommending games to others, look at your steam wishlist, not your library ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/hated-or-beloved ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── they either want to hang me or forget about me, nothing inbetween I get it... I feel so twisted inside "be patient" I tell myself "good things will come" "fucking do something" they tell me "I told you so" three things that are holding me back, my three sins: 1. video games 2. masturbation 3. cannabis three things that get me out of bed: 1. video games 2. masturbation 3. cannabis meh. masturbation's lost it's fun. video games will always be there. weed is... ... essential ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/learn-2-love-urself ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── You need to love yourself before you can be loved by others. You want to be loved by others because it means you're doing good things for them. You must love yourself before you are able to be loved by others. You can start by loving yourself the way you want others to love you. You are a stoner, a loner, and a goddamn messiah. Embrace yourself as you would a friend. You know how to love others, so turn it inward. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/no-sense-in-good-and-evil ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── I realized I am not... "good". Per se. I am a helper, I will help everyone, and if someone is doing evil then I will help them get what they want in a way that stops the suffering they are causing. If they do it anyway, against my advice, then I will persist in requesting they find a way to cease the pain they are causing. I will help them find such a way. If they continue, I will leave them and help their enemies, because only fair fights are valid, and only contests that empower each collaborant rather than select a competitive winner are valid. So, I try to balance, to make things even, and cooperative even in competition. "come, let us duel, you can learn from me and I can learn from you. You can say no if you want." vs "I will eat your heart" there is a clear winner. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/state-of-being-surveilled ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── Don't ask for my phone number. People who get close to me tend to disappear. If I need you, then make a plan with me immediately, at a specific time and place, and don't cancel, or we can't. It just won't work. I don't know what to do about that. I will wait some more before I try to make friends. Better to meet each other if you already know me. But don't talk about it because time magic, mind reading, probably ghosts or something... I hate that these are things that I am concerned about. Why can't I worry about normal things like limitless surveillance through WiFi signals that can detect sounds and the position if objects in any room? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/trust-the-dynamics ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── Never trust a slaver, because you never know when they might "get a bunch of guys" to "wait around back" and sell you to the highest price. Never trust a death cultist, because you never know when they might feed you to their awakening god. But, if you're worried about what awaits you, they just might know how to abate [your demise, but pronounced you] Never trust a kinslayer, because you never know when "kin" and mercy fail to coincide. We are all family here. Everyone has the same ancestors. We all eat the same bread. You can trust gamblers. They're always there when you need them, and unfortunately, never there when you need them, but they won't betray you, because they want all the odds on their side. You can trust martyrs, they will always take on new burdens and push forward, no matter the cost. But don't let them make all the decisions, because you never know when they might sacrifice you as the next certain cost. Never trust a sith, because you never know when your pain is their seductive delight. Their entire path to power is oriented around "giving in to temptation", and they are known for their cruelty. Do the math. You can trust a wizard, they are always waiting on something or someone else. But, they know just what to say to get you up and out of the house, so c'mon let's get going, daylight's burning and midnight's turning. Trust those who lead by example to either continue as such, or falter, but do not expect more from them. Trust those who are inventive in design to always approach from another angle, but don't let them lead the central push. Trust those with experience to try more of the same, and trust the youth to always get up and try a-gain. Never trust someone who says never a lot. Only those with no hope would relinquish the possibility of alternatives. There is always another way. Hope is always in play. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/moving-tips ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── When moving boxes or furniture, try and claim a "staging area" where you can lay things out and figure out how you want to pack the truck, or setup the room. It's easier to do things outdoors when the sun's shining. But in summer, the opposite is true. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/gambling-tips ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── Always take the last chip. It will remind you of your failures. Don't let them pile up, give them to someone else in need. But only if you have at least three, which means don't go back to that place in particular, because there's always new places to be. Three failures in a row means it's time to move on. Seven near misses means it's time to call it quits, at least for tonight. Find 11 things right, and the future's looking bright. Superstitions are spiritual procedures that act as a communication line between those with faith, and the faithful. It's good to respect them, but if you don't know them then they'll try to help you learn. It's okay to let it go to voicemail. You don't have to check it. God, I hope I'm right. God, I hope my seeds grow alright. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/20260713-083603.txt ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── You must always defeat your enemy at their own game. Otherwise, the game will never end. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/20260713-102544.txt ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── Today I stuck my dildo into my girlfriend's fleshlight. I don't know why. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/dirty-minutes ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── your dirty minutes are yours alone kept only in the safety of your own home your dirty minutes unblock your day until you get these thoughts out of the way if you're fast you can do it in thirty minutes everyone's at least once gone all day I'm distracting myself from the dirty deed by writing a poem, I'm edging my need. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/heres-what-I-want ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── god I wanna write fiction again. w7 is one of my favorite things I've ever written, but I never write like that anymore these days. Just... poems I guess. I couldn't name any of them, though I do recognize them when I see them. Gee I sure hope nobody is deleting them, I think that would be inviting some sort of divine punishment or something. "I'm doing my best to keep them safe" she says, as she glances over at the hard- -drives that she has yet to install (for RAID array purposes) and the local-only backups she made that are so woefully out of date as to be useless... I wanna write fiction again... This other stuff feels more important. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/my-schedule ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── my schedule right now is basically: weekends: do whatever my girlfriend and I want to do. Usually we end up doing things that neither of us want to do, but which still have to get done monday: recover from the weekend. Lotta lazing about. Often auto-erotic-stuff... tuesday: do cannabis and make art wednesday: recover from tuesday. Usually more video games, and trying to sort or otherwise process the art I made. thursday: ideally, work on software projects friday: wish that I had more time in the week to work on software projects saturday: snuggle sunday: sigh and repeat ... I keep having dreams of someone coming and saving me. I wonder if they're related. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/worried-about-me ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── "ritz is dying" okay, well, I'm ritz menardi, I'm the only one, and I'm not dying. Not intentionally, at least, by anyone's intentions, as far as I can tell. I guess I could eat more vegetables? they really REALLY want me dead. I heard on the wind that they're doing something on wednesday at lunch. I think they want some kind of finale or w/e. Sorry to disappoint... Gotta find a way around it somehow, because like I said on the microphones in my girlfriend's room, I am NOT going to be a tragedy for someone else's amusement. Do not make an example of me, because not only will I do my best to corrupt your stupid senseless waste of a message, but I will also avoid it however I can. What, are you gonna maim me? Great, my life sucks now, and I am constantly in pain. what else is new. endless, eternal darkness, and you think that's a good outcome? What's your plan I think you just get off on other people's suffering. In which case, fuck you. schaudenfreude is a character flaw, you perfect insufferable diamond. oh, how sharp your edges! How calm your countenance. I would disintegrate you. "and her darkness comes out" this is what happens when you are cornered, and completely unable to do anything about it. What do you want me to do? It's not like I could find any aid in town, it's a ghost town because you killed everyone. Everyone else is stuck on silence like a drug that calms their senses. "I don't have to think about this because everytime I do someone says "don't talk about it" and then winks and nods" like jesus what did you expect to happen, fostering so much fear? The information war is not a war that suburbanites need to fight. Just show up in impossible force, and then they will bend to your will. Oh, you did that, and nothing changed, except your crowd sizes got smaller each time? Yeah no shit, they are killing people. Butchering them. Tell me, how often do you hear about Cleveland? Tallahasee? I don't even know if I spelled that right. What's up with Pittsburg? Are you aware of anything that happens in Indiana, or Idaho, or Ohio? Can you even point them out on a map? Suburb by suburb they go, I heard this with my own ears. First, they identify your social network's connections. Then, they decide which connections they can reasonably replace with an llm "sorry the kids are graduating preschool I can't make it to your wedding" style. Then, they eliminate an entire "pod" at once. I am only alive because I speak to the world. Thank you, world, but I think they want me dead right now. At least, some specifics do, because I am "dying" ... according to the wind, that I heard while asleep in a dream. Then, they schedule some contractor work in the area. Something with lots of equipment noises or banging on roofs or something. I think you know what happens next. Have you ever wondered why it takes so long to replace a section of road? The army can do in a week what takes us a month. I'm sure this isn't the only reason but it's a convenient one. Capitalism gives plenty of nooks and crannies that you can nestle such things in but it is the will of "the people" that scares me. Specifically, because they are only the people who "vote". Apparently, that sometimes means voting for fewer people, so their votes carry more weight. you can protect me. you can die for me. you can give everything to me. but if you are not working toward the same goals as me, then you are poisoning me. "Everyone can do what they want" we need to win, first. "Anarcho-communism is a little like a network of organized gangs" and I am an anarcho-communist. I think this is the best way to resist capitalism, which is definitely killing all of us. But power is often difficult to place back on the shelf, because... why would you replace it? It works for you. It feels right. I'm sure it does. "I will not stay silent!" says the guy that gets gunned down in a drive-by "You can't force me out of my own home!" says the guy that gets shot in his bed I say Anarcho-communism is the best way out of capitalism, but I must also say, once again, apparently, that PEACE. is the best way out of WEDNESDAYS. Do you want to become Gaza? In the land of the free? No thank you. Do you want to become Mos Eisley? In the land of plenty? No thank you. Are you looking for Coruscant? It's that way. Not everywhere is like that. Everyone in my life (that allows me to care about them) says that I'm fine. There is exactly one person who says "don't worry about anything, it's fine." I am lonely. I miss my court. If I suddenly got 10 million dollars, I'd buy an apartment building. Then, I'd let people live there if they "worked" for me, by doing whatever they want. Okay if they had a remote job making +100k a year (number provided for estimate) then they could stay too, but they have to pay 3x the rent for 2x the space. anyway, the people who "worked" for me would be paid according to this formula: rent * 2 + extra = wage the cost of their rent would go toward paying the mortgage, taxes, and into a fund for repairs and such. Building upkeep == rent. The "rent*2" part would be placed into... escrow? I think is the right word? It'd be set aside, and when they wanted to stop working for me, they could stay in the building so long as that escrow paid their rent. Or they could move out early and I'd give it to them immediately. Also I can "fire" them whenever I want if they're not working out or whatever. Also, "working" for me doesn't mean doing my dishes or laundry, unless they wanted to do that because they don't like doing a different chore and wanted to trade or something like that. If they quit working for me, and instead wanted to work a different job, they could only live there so long as their escrow remained. Rent would only come from that. The idea is, if they work for me longer (up to 1 year of escrow is saved, then they just get a "raise" in the form of the rent*2 payment) then they have more of a runway for moving on when they want. The "extra" is a pool that everyone that works for me contributes to when they make money, however they do it. Oh and the people with remote jobs who make 100k+ per year? They pay 3x rent and there's no escrow thing for them. They get 2 rooms instead of 1, but they have to pay a third portion - this third portion is pooled, and distributed to everyone who does work for me. Also if the company controlling the property (capitalism terms, bear with me) gets any money for any reason, donations, business deals, whatever... then that gets added to the pool. It's good to have some money waiting around, so we'll say that 50% of the pool is distributed each month, to ensure that any large "spikes" aren't just treated as one-off events but instead can be properly drip-fed to everyone working there. If you quit and are renting on escrow, then you don't get any of the extra pool, sorry. When they're out and about, I want them to do some things. Like, buy from local merchants, and give the stuff away to people who they think could use it. It's okay if they don't find someone to give stuff to, they can keep it. I'd also suggest they prioritize people who need stuff that they know how to use, otherwise, how would the worker know how to assess quality? They should also be paid to improve themselves, so try and find time to spend at the library reading non-fiction books. Also, they can wander around and entertain hobos, so they don't get hooked on drugs out of sheer boredom. Also, they should walk through the suburbs and find people doing yard work and offer to help out. Also, they should notice problems, like a roof that needs repair or a brick retaining wall that's caved in, and they should knock on the door of the nearby houses and ask if they all wanted to fix it, when, and if they needed more money or items to solve the task. Then they'd work through the problems of the city, one-by-one, trying to make things better for everyone. I'm not trying to make the world into a ghetto, and the reason I say that is because when most people hear "ghetto" they don't think "home" or "playground", they instead thing "buildings with broken windows" or "crime and neglect". I don't want to neglect the cities. I want to cultivate them. See them flourish and thrive. What are cities for? God, I want a workshop with a lathe, a 3d printer, a forge... Useful things. I want to know how to use them, because I don't, because I've never had one of those things. I want to do carpentry, gardening, grazing. I want to raise kids, not because I want the unmatched joy of parenting, but because I want children to be raised well, and I know how. I want to design software and hardware for computers, I want to design software and hardware for humans, and I am not interested in only games. There are many more things I want to do. Right now, I'm not doing anything, because I am surrounded by sith in a nazi mafia, trying to save their goddamn souls, because they clearly aren't going to do anything about it. Please, please, oh god, remember me! Hear this plea. Take care of the bad guys, heal them, make them whole. They know not why they hate! Let them relinquish it! I know my "side" already wins, now I am concerned mostly with the souls of the non-victors. Perhaps I would feel differently if my friends were dead or dying. But I am uninterested in hate, in rage! I do not want to feel those feelings ever again. Not in peacetime, which I refuse to leave! Please, think of the un-innocent, consider them compassionately! I refuse to flee! If they must drag themselves to hell to spite their own losses, then let them take me with them, that I may strive to heal them through the darkest suffering, and sculpt them into something worthy of a better fate. I damn no one I wield no gun I am a woman. Why do I care so much about the bad guys? Well, because the good guys already won, at least as far as destiny is concerned. I mean, don't relax yet, there's still work to do, but unless something catastrophically goes wrong then I can't see them losing, and even if something does, then they just need to work harder to overcome it. There are no more "instant loss" scenarios that seem reasonable to me. I had a dream that I hurt my sister. In the dream, I "played too rough" and pushed her off a bed. She hurt her neck. Then, in the dream, I was unrepentant. I thought that she should have been able to handle the force, and I would not accept that I was at fault. In the dream, I was not concerned about her health or wellbeing at all. But... In reality, I care more about her than essentially anyone I know. I care more about my family than anyone else, full stop. This is what it means to love unconditionally, and I do. I would do anything for them. I miss them. My father was there, in a stranger's face, as dreams often do. I could not interpret the look he gave me but I know his feelings were true. "... and upon learning of her impending death, she wrote 200 lines of nothing." ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/sense-of-impending ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── maybe this sense of impending doom I have is because I live in an area? like, I am often caught up in waves, but I hardly ever talk about tides, which are co-created waves. Maybe my spirits got swept up in something brewing on the horizon of the future that I can't quite make out, but which causes lots of suffering and such. Am I... Am I a doom prophet? I'd rather be a renaissance! okay, well, suffering is ambiguous. Maybe I should hold my sword more, it always fills me with vigor. Who would have thought? It has an enchantment on it! ... The job of a mystic is to combat psychic threats, so that the regular people can look down on them and say "you hardly do anything around here, I'm gonna save some cash by cutting the IT department" and then when you take out your foes you learn what tasks you had forgotten due to their diligence. similarly, the mystics must sit around and fight the things that lie on the other side of the mirror. Not the actual mirror, if you look back there all you'll find is photons. A mystic would know of which mirror I speak. ... I'm gonna do a ritual. Talk to some spirits maybe. They can read your mind, did you know? It's okay if you don't say anything out loud. It's okay if you don't write anything down, though I highly suggest that you do, so that A. they get what they came for, to be heard, and B. you won't forget, well, you won't remember either, because it's on the page, but pages are meant to be read by someone sometime, so someone sometime will read it and know. rituals are often aided by substances. That's sorta what substances are for! even party drugs are only fun because there's party spirits. That's what vodka is for! It's a spirit, dummy. I like to do cannabis, because it's the easiest on your body. I don't like cannabis, because it's the lightest on your senses, and that's not ideal. But, it's easier to get through it if all you have are minor hallucinations. I do like cannabis because it feels more empowering, and less like I'm just along for the ride. If you want drugs to feel meaningful, then make things while you're on them, and make sure they're coherent. Clarity or 0. An evil circus would hang the actors during the dress rehearsal and put the understudies on mainstage. A good aligned circus would put on two shows at once. there is something seductive about order. Even more than power, order tempts. The reason for this is less human than power's appeal, which is unfortunate for all the rough edges of the world and beyond. Oh, is that a scuff-mark on the tile floor of the walmart? Better tear down the entire building just to be sure. order means that everything is in it's place. All things, in a land of perfect order, must be working toward some ultimate (or ulterior) goal. This is not always a good thing, because goals are temporary. What lies behind them? Well, nobody can say, because nobody is moving aside, getting a better glance at the stated goal, and it's various trajectories. Sometimes it's better to improve laterally, rather than force your way through a difficult spot. Why carve a tunnel through the mountain, when you could wander through the hills a bit and find your way to the same destination? If you want wood to support crushing weight, you can band it with bars of iron. If you want humans to bear crushing weight, you can clap them in irons. Does the wood want to support the roof of the tunnel? The wood doesn't want. it is wood. Does the human want to waste it's life on patience or struggle? The human wants. it is human. Liberty is the bane of order. Order will suffocate you, liberty will prosper you I am so tired all the time. I can barely keep on my feet. I wonder if I have some sort of wasting disease? I'd go talk to a doctor, but they all work for the DoD. At least, that's what I heard in the watching room. this here... feel me seethe. I'd make a pretty good "bad" jedi, I excessively complain and whine. "bear my burdens!" she emotionally manipulates. "it's art!" yeah... reading me makes you take psychic damage. Why do you do it? "BECAUSE YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLY RIGHT" yeah okay. I know that, you know that, why do I gotta make it so painful? ugh, it's just a slog to get through. I'd rather do anything else with my life. Okay... Recenter... Temperance... Bear the burden, purify the dark... Feel your emotions, collect them, put them in the right places of your heart... wasn't I going to do a ritual? I should write in my notebooks, where nobody can see except the people who visit invisibly. Sorry my room's so messy. "girl it's a tuesday, why are you " then the rest is cut off because I really don't want to care. "getting stoned on a weekday, so trashy" I dunno, because they don't print pennies anymore and I'm a little upset. ... I miss you, liberty. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╧══════════─┘ -> file: notes/maybe-I-am-just-hungry ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── when I stay inside all day, all I can write about is myself. ugh. I'm sick of writing about myself. None of it is actually revealing, it's just... venting./`-,.|'\_/'\,/'\,/\/\... whatever that means. I put up a picture or two of my grandparents (but a few) and I hope they aren't too disappointed in me. That's... kind-of my entire ethical framework, by the way, just, find ways to make the people I respect feel faith in me. Am I doing a good job? I'm going to eat some rice. -- however many minutes later -- wow I feel [side note: y'know, it doesn't have to be waves. it could be braids.] wow I feel~ [side note: BUT BRAIDS AREN'T A STABLE ORBIT do I look like I care? I'm just a girl, not a psychic god machine. girls have braids, psychic god machines have orbits both are stable structures, so... figure it out.] wow I feel~~ |