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Stina and Mossy usually fight instead of communicate, so this was an odd moment. They kept "talking" for about 1 hour, constantly.- Update -Alot of questions have been asked concerning their relation to each other, gender and so on. They are not related in any way, both are females, approximately 10 years of age when this footage was taken. Mossy is the one to the left, which makes Stina the one on the right side =) They are both still healthy and vigorous.Thanks for all the positive responses!- Update -What went on prior to this clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v 7z217sPIDKk- Update - Here's a nice translation: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v 1JynBEX_kg8
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by - DigitalPh33rThe continuation of episode one, named "Decapitator".John Brent obeys the cryptic message he got in the last episode and travels to the island plaza with the help of his friend Michael. Things take a horrific turn however when the man behind the robberies kidnaps John and offers him as food to his terrifying "assistant".
Finite Simple Group (of Order Two)The Klein Four GroupThe path of love is never smooth But mine's continuous for youYou're the upper bound in the chains of my heartYou're my Axiom of Choice, you know it's trueBut lately our relation's not so well-definedAnd I just can't function without youI'll prove my proposition and I'm sure you'll findWe're a finite simple group of order twoI'm losing my identityI'm getting tensor every dayAnd without loss of generalityI will assume that you feel the same waySince every time I see you, you just quotient outThe faithful image that I map intoBut when we're one-to-one you'll see what I'm about'Cause we're a finite simple group of order twoOur equivalence was stable,A principal love bundle sitting deep insideBut then you drove a wedge between our two-formsNow everything is so complexifiedWhen we first met, we simply connectedMy heart was open but too denseOur system was already directedTo have a finite limit, in some senseI'm living in the kernel of a rank-one mapFrom my domain, its image looks so blue,'Cause all I see are zeroes, it's a cruel trapBut we're a finite simple group of order twoI'm not the smoothest operator in my class,But we're a mirror pair, me and you,So let's apply forgetful functors to the pastAnd be a finite simple group, a finite simple group,Let's be a finite simple group of order two(Oughter: "Why not three?")I've proved my proposition now, as you can see,So let's both be associative and freeAnd by corollary, this shows you and I to bePurely inseparable. Q. E. D.
Baby we can talk all nightBut that ain't gettin us nowhereI told you everything I possibly canThere's nothing left inside of hereAnd maybe you can cry all nightBut that'll never change the way I feelThe snow is really piling up outsideI wish you wouldn't make me leave hereI poured it on and I poured it outI tried to show you just how much I careI'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shoutBut you've been cold to me so longI'm crying icicles instead of tearsAnd all I can doIs keep on telling youI want you (I want you)I need you (I need you)But-there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love youNow don't be sad (Don't be sad)'Cause two out of three ain't badNow don't be sad (Cause)'Cause two out of three ain't badYou'll never find your gold on a sandy beachYou'll never drill for oil on a city streetI know you're looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocksBut there ain't no Coup de VilleHiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack boxI can't lieI can't tell you that I'm something I'm notNo matter how I tryI'll never be ableTo give you somethingSomething that I just haven't gotThere's only one girl that I will ever loveAnd that was so many years agoAnd though I know I'll never get her out of my heartShe never loved me backOoh I knowI remember how she left me on a stormy nightShe kissed me and got out of our bedAnd though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that doorShe packed her bags and turned right awayAnd she kept on telling meShe kept on telling meShe kept on telling meI want you (I want you)I need you (I need you)But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love youNow don't be sad (Don't be sad)'Cause two out of three ain't badI want you (I want you)I need you (I need you)But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love youNow don't be sad (Don't be sad)'Cause two out of three ain't badNow don't be sad (Don't)'Cause two out of three ain't badBaby we can talk all nightBut that ain't getting us nowhere
