25 five ways to kill a piano, via the Occidental Errorist.
Senior women who kill homeless men whom they feed, shelter, clothe and put life insurance policies on!
Even grimmer, the 18 per day suicide rate of returning vets. Christ! What a war! But in base-31 it's only, oh, damn, 18. But in base-35 it's only 15 a day. And it goes down as the bases go up.
I'm voting for Reverend Wright. And I'll take in homeless pianos.
Not particularly creative, inspiring or original, but entertaining nonetheless. Here are my contributions to the genre.
Here is the original. From cursor. While we're on the topic, how about that Base-10 number? It also turns out that, opposed to the ratio of 2.6 to 1 in Vietnam, the ratio in Iraq is 15 to 1. But, again, in base 31 that ratio is only F to 1.
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars
