Flies like time..!

Comparing Arrows and Bananas of Time

a creative category mixtake

"Time flies like an arrow...
Fruit flies like a banana."
(Oettinger 1966)

It perhaps takes a poetic heart
to read an entire dark metaphoric essay underneath
such seemingly quick-laughs witticism:

...sprouts may turn fruits in time..,
but the fruits will in turn rot in time...
and the essence
just flies!

Then, after all,
"...in the thin air,
nothing lasts!?!"

dissertbewegung

Take from me this diss-wisdom  
uptight, you doc candidate mate!
For I have been through this sight before,
through thousands of sighs;
between could-have-beens and might-as-wells,
re-citing the desert rose site;
bitter is this dissert-bewegung,
better hear this out in first.  
*
The prof first gives you a fine date,
and hints at a delighting dessert
at the neigh end of night.
*
Shy, much as you may, at first, 
but once that you start at it...
To brainstorm and ideate,
confessing it all out to the prof;
drafting and redrafting leaf over leaf,
counting out on their expert help --
to annotate, critic, and reshape perhaps
to make it all referee-proof.  
*
The prof but just poofs themself 
away -- out of the very roof!
Leaving you to curse your own self,
with corollaries without any proof.
*
And then you wander, no wonder, wander you then 
in this bitter, zitter and scattered motion
through this vast devastating desert station.
*
And such is this disease, writing on the wall, dissertation.
*
Thus, here hear this dish out first, 
from me, thee mighty doctoral knight! 
Through the long, lonely hours and library lights,
universal is this academic plight. 
Call it the writer's block, or rather desert rock, but, yet, 
dare not you call it the date! Kicking the half-full bucket.
*
Do not desert your dissertation, 
stay stationed straight.
*
Do not miss the desert-sight
for any number of dates!!
*
And never trust a professor 
for any shiny date!!!






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A friend unintentionally provoked me with a wordplay meme:
"I had a fantastic date last night, 
tonight I shall try a grape!"
Now, such memes almost always crack wide open 
a pandora of wordplays, with me, the history suggests!
So I ended up quickly completing the first draft of this one, 
with a very little help from the geminai (esply for drawing cartoon above)... 
And then, finalizing it of with the feedbacks from the llama4scout@duck.ai!
And ofc, no proof to say this is intended to harm any actual prof! 
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Lekhin.., the prof might feel 'Welcome' to say...

worldplay-one

You take this world
for the lack of a better world
and bay by, pay as laddie-like you play;
hear, lied-down, thine labyrinthine worldplay.

And you, fly, this light flight that we ply
just bee, really no sold groined, outwhere to rely.

This queue, yo're next clue ready to loo
cast veil, lover caste, to pour is over cats sky.

Dilly-dally, balls-eye marking up the deyli telly
word rally, you'r bettor, marquee up in relay.

Noting yells, brashing under the carb fate
whit gleam, ta ta, good boy to you tube feti.

up in queue next clue ready to loo -- to pour is over cats sky 
imagening by gemini-imagen3-ai  
to pour is over cats sky -- imagening by c(h)atgpt -\&- crAIyon

  

 

 

the deepquack chop

-:DeepQuackChop:-
NewApe Spitual Mystaque of a Trap

0⁰ = NaN?

0⁰ =? 0!

eⁱ⁰ = 1.

one-none one-none one-none
one none one none one NaN

Bang on none to get on with one!
One relies in the power of none.

One may set one to be none to none.
But none to none may yet be NaN alone.

One is the power expansion of none.
And that makes the very one one with none.
And leaves out all the none out of none again.

One's higher dimensional identity is
Identity.
And Identity is the exponential of Null.
And all that hell is very well
an infinite hull full of a bullsh..
..lull.


The quack deepens...