7 8 9

Oh my God, I am so sorry.


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I made up stories about (numbers). 5 is a neurotic authoritarian who wants everything just so. 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30. Ah, so orderly. Like a marching song.

6 is a freewheeling artistic type. 6, 12, 18, 24. You can almost hear the scatting. At 30, 6 is forced into 5′s harsh discipline, but at 36, two sixes come together in a beautiful mandala.

Then comes 7, that asshole. 7, 14, 21, 28, 35. It’s an impossible mess, only somewhat bound even by 5′s iron dictates (35 just seems like a stupid number). 6X6=36, but 6X7=42. Oh, what a hideous corruption of 6′s song! A mockery of all even numbers!

And of course that was only the beginning. The appetizer, if you will, to the blasphemous feast that ended the life of poor, damaged 9.

And thus began the War between the Primes.

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