<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:46:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>order</title><subtitle type='html'>*pursuit of</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mAtt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qnLPWb-CXQ/S1vcSdxknoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BJkoSlHPMm8/S220/mw_twitter_profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-6797970946699814239</id><published>2009-03-25T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:30:07.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100011</title><content type='html'>burying the dead. burying your head. sedation/sedition. wondering, wonder in what comes next. folding and holed in. holding you is the best of all things. but also better, too; we two. but don't say it just like that. a reflex. check me out, check me in. an impatient outpatient. a viral infection, a rival in affection. all my eggs in one basket case. insomnia in some near hiding place. a hiding face. look me in the eye. well, healed, well-to-do, well-heeled. out in the sunshine again. spinning in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-6797970946699814239?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/6797970946699814239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=6797970946699814239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/6797970946699814239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/6797970946699814239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2009/03/100011.html' title='100011'/><author><name>nmrboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12484338238668348673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y6t2Ky4TDo4/R8C7Th_m7AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-6seq-Hwxx4/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-3168617544898935644</id><published>2008-07-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:38:09.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100010</title><content type='html'>fighting uphill. this aimless ames game. in this scission, cleave. me alone. fighting, a pill. the nights are the worst. she doesn't remember. a glass half missing. a climbing climate, this private primate. amongst the kill; a ghost, aghast. the glass half passed. memories of your being, still. first things first. we came here once to lay the foundation, but now let us lay down, apart. divided by walls. unsightly remains, this glass. half broken. empty from the start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-3168617544898935644?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/3168617544898935644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=3168617544898935644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/3168617544898935644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/3168617544898935644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2008/07/100010.html' title='100010'/><author><name>nmrboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12484338238668348673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y6t2Ky4TDo4/R8C7Th_m7AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-6seq-Hwxx4/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-4566664335157941455</id><published>2008-06-16T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:43:11.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100001</title><content type='html'>a destruction of order, a perfect crash. resisting nothing. a part, taken. splayed, dismayed. a tearing sensation, each nerve in turn. each nerve in, turning. diselation. entirely self taut. distraction potential. hoping, coping. too many miles to make a difference. failing in love. the undovetailor. running and running and running. in this array, a disarray of light. a one sided one mirror like one ocean; here dark, they're happier now. and i am gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-4566664335157941455?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/4566664335157941455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=4566664335157941455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/4566664335157941455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/4566664335157941455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2008/06/100001.html' title='100001'/><author><name>nmrboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12484338238668348673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y6t2Ky4TDo4/R8C7Th_m7AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-6seq-Hwxx4/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-6071329528541998284</id><published>2008-04-28T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:59:49.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100000</title><content type='html'>leaving soon. this state; these affairs. a door that isn't made of anything. the underside of undecided, still, without choosing. a recent recentering, flawlessly floored. setting off the flares. a feeling of losing hope of late. scratching to come back in. snatching at shed skin, she has eaten her fill. sentimental bruising. life inside this cartoon. anything goes; the door is closing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-6071329528541998284?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/6071329528541998284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=6071329528541998284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/6071329528541998284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/6071329528541998284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2008/04/100000.html' title='100000'/><author><name>nmrboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12484338238668348673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y6t2Ky4TDo4/R8C7Th_m7AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-6seq-Hwxx4/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-2882404736411137019</id><published>2008-02-08T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:18:50.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11111</title><content type='html'>ones follow ones. feelings i had once, a face i had forgotten. inflictions past and passed off in fictions. in which we just got on, with things, in part. apart, to play. this place. i will always burn my fingers making tea. this alteration of me. that rocking chair, a distance hard to reconcile, impossible to repair. my head held high. my firefly. ones become zeroes with a new one. unity passed over, gone. what can i say? here goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-2882404736411137019?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/2882404736411137019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=2882404736411137019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/2882404736411137019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/2882404736411137019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2008/02/11111.html' title='11111'/><author><name>nmrboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12484338238668348673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y6t2Ky4TDo4/R8C7Th_m7AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-6seq-Hwxx4/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-1193145412254555770</id><published>2007-12-10T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:36:02.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11110</title><content type='html'>if i had time other than to mourn my loss, still i might not. her face disappears from me one colour at a time, sinking red, no longer smiling blue. this is all i wanted of you. what was i thinking. lost into the water. inside and out. and in time, another, injured in the same and different way. it was the fall that caught her. my face disappears from her, one colour at a time. i cannot stay, pretending. in sighs and doubt. putting you where i should be. in this ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y6t2Ky4TDo4/R8C7Th_m7AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-6seq-Hwxx4/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-116425493332254714</id><published>2006-11-22T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:35:01.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11101</title><content type='html'>i'm aging. imagine. here today, here tomorrow. medication/meditation. ici aujourd'hui, demain aussi. drawing to a close, fighting tooth and claw. nothing that i didn't borrow. a king no more. je m'habille, c'est facile; the epitome of me, an answered call, this strangest thing. if you cannot be here then i become an image of the things i dare to show. it isn't kind. je sais, you say. i know. i know. a script to say. repeat/defeat. one more fall. leaving home again; the leaves are stripped away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-116425493332254714?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/116425493332254714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=116425493332254714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/116425493332254714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/116425493332254714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2006/11/11101.html' title='11101'/><author><name>nmrboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12484338238668348673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y6t2Ky4TDo4/R8C7Th_m7AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-6seq-Hwxx4/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-116038522638614864</id><published>2006-10-09T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T02:13:46.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11100</title><content type='html'>blinding light; blinding dark. high marks. modes, medians, means to ends. window (un)dressings. gray sky blue. to undo. undue affection. new additions. excess and lack. black spaces. empty spaces, empty faces, chairs, words. today's cuts and tomorrow's scars. gloves and scarves. a carpet of oak leaves, of tea leaves, of leavetakings. time's funnel—the end at the end of the tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-116038522638614864?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/116038522638614864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=116038522638614864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/116038522638614864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/116038522638614864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2006/10/11100.html' title='11100'/><author><name>mAtt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qnLPWb-CXQ/S1vcSdxknoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BJkoSlHPMm8/S220/mw_twitter_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-114574314866927849</id><published>2006-04-22T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:59:09.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11011</title><content type='html'>a break of the skin; a faltering, a falling in. love is no disease. a disjointed appointment, emotion/commotion. each thought of her rushes to be next in line. this is my contentment, my confinement, the cell i made for myself. to bleed, divine; i forget that i fell. going nowhere first. among equals, this/i will/am last. i cannot fail to hope to please. in this cage i am unsurpassed. this ersatz jail. the me she sees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-114574314866927849?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/114574314866927849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=114574314866927849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/114574314866927849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/114574314866927849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2006/04/11011.html' title='11011'/><author><name>nmrboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12484338238668348673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y6t2Ky4TDo4/R8C7Th_m7AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-6seq-Hwxx4/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-114496539289398043</id><published>2006-04-13T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:56:32.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11010</title><content type='html'>in no man's land we teeter. we are fleet of feet. athletes; there is nothing here to conquer, to mark with flags. no defender, no splendour, riches/rags. every direction the same. a game in our brain, masculine/mescaline. the spider inside me salutes you, sir. you thrill me. is there nothing you cannot love? a crime. passion/possession. you laid here, lied here, made songs amid the shards. you make the melody, i say the words. guilty claws draw the music close until the bombs falter. kill free. this pause; time waits for an island. these shores, this land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-114496539289398043?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/114496539289398043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=114496539289398043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/114496539289398043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/114496539289398043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2006/04/11010.html' title='11010'/><author><name>nmrboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12484338238668348673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y6t2Ky4TDo4/R8C7Th_m7AI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/-6seq-Hwxx4/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-114357885646357071</id><published>2006-03-28T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:47:48.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11001</title><content type='html'>things falling apart. a wet paper bag. depreciation. age of rust. a frayed knot. packet loss. exponential decay. friction. the bathtub curve. entropy winning in closed systems. cascading failure. the dark at the end of the tunnel. heatdeath. light, static, laugh track. backtrack. loopback. backspace. uppercase, lowercase, case in point, pointlessness. lessness. less, more, less. everything to one, to zero, to nothing, to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-114357885646357071?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/114357885646357071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=114357885646357071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/114357885646357071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/114357885646357071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2006/03/11001.html' title='11001'/><author><name>mAtt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qnLPWb-CXQ/S1vcSdxknoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BJkoSlHPMm8/S220/mw_twitter_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-113881437236964047</id><published>2006-02-01T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:20:26.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11000</title><content type='html'>staple. the need, the necessity. the bond beyond glue. the it, the main sans sides. keeping it together. maintainence of order by you-shaped design. printed pages pointing, leading to the thought. the theory, the focus fastened down. the basics to sustain dependence. the core, the root, the key. a heliocentric universe...and a me-o-centric me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-113881437236964047?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-113703955466014631</id><published>2006-01-11T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:19:14.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10111</title><content type='html'>incision, indecision, in sleeping, we lie. the blade is dulled by dreams in which you never die. morning/mourning. the dream is the malady, waking restores the world. beauty. unflustered, unfurled. shaking in her arms. whispering your secrets, softening the blows. hear me, here. unspin my lies. separate/concentrate/dissipate. you are everything i know. without you i cannot tell the night and day; daylight is your disguise. you have stolen my watch. my soul. my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-113703955466014631?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qnLPWb-CXQ/S1vcSdxknoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BJkoSlHPMm8/S220/mw_twitter_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-110489305299167083</id><published>2005-01-04T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T03:07:06.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1111</title><content type='html'>a lack of friction and an excess of speed. collisions, breakdowns; things not merely unexpected but altogether unimaginable. a numbness in the extremities. derelicts. the dregs. the doldrums. chemicals; muons, gluons, photons, leptons, persons--things quantised, polarised, discrete and countable. things visible to the unaided eye. the visible naked i. midnight moonlight on mountain; the briefest belief in gaia. the fog that subjectively defines the universe. subjection. definition. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-110489293219582932?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/110489293219582932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=110489293219582932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/110489293219582932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/110489293219582932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2004/12/1101.html' title='1101'/><author><name>mAtt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qnLPWb-CXQ/S1vcSdxknoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BJkoSlHPMm8/S220/mw_twitter_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-110489286496893898</id><published>2004-11-04T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T19:26:42.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1100</title><content type='html'>an exit and a return to this black on white on grey. you; you children of stunted development; you titans of body and midgets of mind. results and lacks of results and insufficient data for a meaningful answer. sheets and blankets. the magic of words, and strings, and strings of words. meaning, misunderstanding, misunderestimation. the turing-church hypothesis self-applied. self-serving selflessness. casualty of causality. the effect of music on temperament. calories, joules, ergs. urges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016581-110489286496893898?l=novus-ordo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/feeds/110489286496893898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016581&amp;postID=110489286496893898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/110489286496893898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016581/posts/default/110489286496893898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novus-ordo.blogspot.com/2004/11/1100.html' title='1100'/><author><name>mAtt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qnLPWb-CXQ/S1vcSdxknoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BJkoSlHPMm8/S220/mw_twitter_profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016581.post-110489270207028519</id><published>2004-05-31T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T18:38:22.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1011</title><content type='html'>nouns, nouns, nouns--a repeated theme. things bottled. things bottled up. deception, subtlety (burlap and silk). expression. existence. eclipses. ellipses. compulsive obsession, obsessive compulsion. combustion. compaction. convulsion. condemnation. correlation. mathematics of: unrestricted basic variables; iterations; computational details; optimality and feasibility; artificial starting solutions; methods; phases; degeneracy; infinity. all of it utter blasphemous nonsense. related ideas. ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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