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No Clean Math
In spite of this world and all its division, I remain.  

The world may try to divide you and me, but we will not have it. No division for us.  

There will be NO CLEAN math 

where you and I are. You and I are messy math, with carrying and remainders.  

We are prime. 

We are undecipherable, 

our decimal points all willy-nilly.