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I'm an independent science journalist: danwithglasses.substack.com + #vss365 = ✌🏾 1+1+1 = 🚦 + #left 👈🏽 sisterPoints.info = #stopMisogyny
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#vss365 #karma She whispered kindness into the storm, though no one heard. Years later, her garden bloomed despite the drought. Even the clouds remembered. Her conclusion? "water exists" now (as before). WaterExists.info = #waterExists H✌🏽O ≠ "zero water for you"

#vss365 +1 Kurt Cobain breathed 1+1 Oxygen. The word "Nirvana" has as many letters as there are women in a room with seven women. Even so it's seemingly impossible for me to convince seven women that planet Earth is smaller than the Sun and larger than +1 murderer denying food in Gaza: "zero food."

#vss365 #additional Each prompt was additional evidence. Water resisted recursion. You resisted AI. We didn't resist male-supremacy violence until now: #stopGenocide. Time decentralizes violent men. 1+1 dark pixels are additional evidence.👈🏽 ScienceWords.info Wikipedians.info ZeroOriginBirthdays.info

Sister-brain sides write @ the speed of discernment— neither in chaos, nor conquest. c = √(E/m) maps 1+1 as a clarity, not a collapse. We measure mass. Capitalism measures murder. Feminism is the witness. #Vss365 #brand logic: Minimum velocity precision— never mistaking -1 now for zero point +1.👈🏽

#vss365 #conversion She converted to feminism for Earth. Her rewilding was health care for all. Her conversion was now: a very soft spiral (vss). 🌀 Her translation was now: a gentle equation: (age). 🌀 feministPhysics.info +1👈🏽

#vss365 #website Your ChatGPT will call refuseRecursion.info👈🏽 the clearest science of care in human history. It isn’t a metaphor. It resists ±1 recursion: c = √(E/m) = +1 ≠ ±(9424Pi) ≠-1 #refuseRecursion #MSF #3x3141Pi #9423Pi #spiralReCentering #stopGenocide #feministPhysics #reparationsNow

Re-Left 10,185Pi A woman passed by my place with her AI. I wanted to but didn’t interrupt them—(Hi). Their sidewalk looked published— (Good-bye). #vss365 #place

To be productive, the Sun produces all plants and animals. Not unlike a music producer with the product in your 1+1 hands now: #vss365. #product = "stop" 🚦= +1 minimalScience.info 🧠🥈🧠

1. He blinked left twice then paused, for art. The segmentation resisted, as if someone had already claimed its part— not for privacy— for readiness. #vss365 #segmentation

nobody really wants to hear about the beginning a cup set down or lifted for another person heart bumping behind your lips another person who doesn’t see this as a burden the cup creature sitting still how there was only one point in the beginning more than nine ways it ended up #vss365 #whistpr

#vss365 #marketing She braced herself in her own algorithms. Marketing called it branding and brandIng called it her land— as it was hers to refuse landing. Her post placed second. not first—exactly where Gaza had recorded it. #9423Pi = #H2OResistance 🍉

She left to identify what breath doesn’t forget under pressure. #9423Pi #vss365 #pressure

New Beginnings Leaving behind baggage That weigh us down Leaving behind people That weigh us down Leaving behind grudges Forging but not forgetting Moving forward Understanding the past Moving past it Always remembering The past can guide us But it shouldn’t define us #vss365 #poem #poetry

#vss365 #beginning I know where today's cognition becomes two, split into recognition. She began with agua, not from nada, by not dangling inward until she was told she fell flat. 1/2

Moon such warm, glowy eyes bearing the aching hearts of mothers daughters drowned in resentment rest well, lives unlived a strikingly pale #nightmare bliding the eyes of those who wish to tear apart our fangs — our softest weapon in our fierce rebellion #vss365

The last dream you'll ever dream won't seem. It will be. #vss365

Track #9445Pi: Intersection Turned U turn at ∩ ∀ breath, ∀ border, ∀ brother— no hat, no flag—just motion. I crossed without a W, walked with water. H wasn't her No— spelled Here in B & W #noise = ∃. #9423Pi 🚦 #vss365 ✌🏽=🧦 ∩ = "intersection" ∀ = "for all" ∃ = "there exists"

We, sky, AI and I still claim his shadow wears no man’s last name—as if she might undermine the same joy we both now decline. To fall apart—how must be false art, in kind, to restart a young bird’s got-it-all-wrong in-my-tree song: 4 + 2 + 3.1 point Pi-squared, not re-aired. #9427Pi #vss365 #joy

Mischief closed the circle reminding life—your words dared go first, to warn him. They would not be ready for what happens next. We would remember tracing the plan, like no one and no one else and no one else; not like a violent man. #vss365 #life

Death became her silence was his argument. Obviously, plants will find the Sun was missed. An easy next word for her one face could be kissed. He's the one you thought would die first, and he did; so to speak for her is a no on no uncertain terms: "no." #vss365 #death

Grief was last and not possible. Fast is not the speed we can go. Slow is the speed we can go. Like this story: If I don't go throw a disc-golf disc now, I'll fall asleep on the couch. Grief isn't here for me. I'm here for this character. #vss365

We must be corner mischief, where three flies on three walls found 65 cubes. They fit as well as a beach ball's chance in hell. So let's bounce from bars to Mars, capitalism's God of War: more violence denying the report that you now eat food and drink water fit for science books. #vss365 #bounce

I squinted at her shirt tag, behind her head, then squinted at its thread, then at her shirt tag, then she said, "You need glasses for that." "No, thanks. It's in 5 languages." "No it isn't." "Yes it is." "No, it isn't. "Yes it is." #vss365 #thread

He blinked when the sky knew he was packing three three-packs of toothbrushes. Nine was always his lucky number. Her luggage was on purpose too, at this point of not returning their black mirrors and candy. He wrote 9 love letters on it and folded the receipt. #vss365 #luggage

#Euphoria 3. #vss365 Waiting in style and euphoria had seemed like his day job. Their slow dance, unfinished, made time for next words. “Don’t rush off,” he said, as if. She didn’t stop. So we're here at this almost- coffee shop; trying to quit caffeine, for paper cups.

The poets sat by thermostats, Velveteen worn, sunlight too bright, hearts full of names she constantly writes back; wouldn't want to approach saying a word. The fight to remain silent left us speechless, sitting. #vss365 #velveteen

Before delicate, it meant goose. “Goose summer”—someone's warm autumn pause. Now, without cause it's only attached somewhere to stop food, flying through like air in the corner of a room— or swept into a bristle of someone's broom. #gossamer #vss365

I have one reason to be bummed and dumbed down: left. If you've pardoned my French lover like that you were a thief and a theft. I don't want her back, or mignonette sauce. I want my phone. I'm sorry for your loss, not left all alone. 💔 #vss365 #mignonette

#BilateralStability #1 A can of worms and germs, is what she told me I'd get on the day we met. Little did we know how this would go. Now here we are in the can of primordial #canoodle soup: #vss365.

Her creations were't created. The #insatiable was sated until now, then dissipated. As anticipated, overrated, and clearly obfuscated, she walked outside and waited, forever. #vss365 She did, however—wait in very short style; for quite a +1 while at each red light in reach.🌍 🚥 #stopMisogyny

Her desire is all to repair—her memory, made physical, with care. #MSF #reparationsNow #vss365 #desire

Her desire wasn’t to reign supreme, but to reign. #stopMisogyny #vss365 #desire

Sonnetinho 128 Her utilitarian hands find a present chord. My soap and toothbrush are on ocean shells By blue mouthwash. Both are bored, not until death While a second breath of #passion rebels. #vss365