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"my head is on backwards," he said.

he was doing Buckley 'Mystery White Boy'. Buckley was wailing Oedipal about his father not hearing him and "mother dear, the world's gone cold, no one cares about love anymore..."

"it is absolutely imperative for this particular song to be played at peak volume." he, our hero, spoke like that sometimes.

had been spending time thinking about some philosophical relationship between parallel lines and contradictions. something about euclidean and non-euclidean geometry and what they meant for the different levels of contradiction - contradiction to one's own knowledge, to current Knowledge, and then to all possible KNOWLEDGE. Euclid's claim of parallel lines turned out to be a contradiction but was something of a second order truth - it was true to his knowledge and true to world Knowledge at the time of the claim but was later proven false to KNOWLEDGE as hyperbolic and elliptical geometry took form. a third order truth being impossible to actually prove.

our hero wanted eponymy as well.

Anyway, on Buckley: Music wailed, a painful visceral scream upon hearing he had drown. Sighing, music then said "Ah, we really lost one there. Thank god though, we had the chance to witness that. Magic."