I don’t know what it is about fractals, but whenever I look at those darn things and smoke PCP, I just get crazy.
You might chalk it up to the radical fragmentation exhibited by those wacky geometric shapes, or the recursive nested images that make you think you’re falling into the eye of the one true god, or the fact that you’ve been playing the same song on loop for days, but something about those screwy fractals really blows some fuses in the old brain-box. Take this one for instance:



Mr. Paws? Hey, get up, time to go out. Mr. Paws! HEY! MR. PAWS?!
Oh, man...not again.
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by Sean Curry at The College of New Jersey
This is what's wrong with America ;-)
The real lyrics are finally released
Owner of a Lonely Heart and Smooth Criminal, violin style. Classic music just got more classical.
Things look a little different when you're intoxicated...
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