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alt title(s): Meta 4 Meta4: Meta Harder or Die Trying is the latest film in the Meta series. Most fans agree that, while not as good as Meta: Morphosis, it is far superior to Meta2: The Sharkening and Meta3: The Revenge of the Curse of the Son of Meta's Revenge Rides Again: This Time, It's Personal.
I'm a white male human living in the Southeast United States. I spend too much of my free time on the internet. My taste is fickle. I'm a bit on the ideal side of the Sliding Scale. I'm a moderate Splitter. The Stable Time Loop is my favorite method of Time Travel (provided the Novikov Self-Consistency Principle is in effect and there's a healthy dose of Block Time to prevent the Bootstrap Paradox). I think that Predestination and Free Will are not only compatible, but are actually two sides of the same coin. Known elsewhere on this great big internet as Metaphizzle, Metaphoragizery, Mezzaphor, M23, and neutrino. I tend to take my sweet time launching new tropes from YKTTW. This troper provides examples of:
To do, so I don't forget: open/close all folders
Pages I started/launched, in chronological order
Pages I titled but didn't write, in chronological order:
Other "accomplishments", in chronological order
Hooray for me.
Stuff I like
 This * chemnitzer concertina was a present from Madrugada.
And here's some song lyrics I happen to like:
I call you from the comet's cradle. I found you trembling by yourself. When the night falls lightly on your right-wing shoulder, wonderful know-it-all slightly when the night gets colder. Oh, conscience, where will you carry me? I found you, star of terrifying effigies. When the night falls, I carry myself to the fortress of your glorious cost. Oh how I may seek your fortress. When the night falls, we see the star of wonder. Wonderful night falls, we see you, we see you there. I see the stars coming down there, coming down there to the yard. I see the stars coming down there, coming down there to my heart. — Sufjan Stevens, "Star of Wonder"
Hey man write it So they see It's not tired My melody I've been writing Since 23 My memorial Can I rely (One more time) Can I? In the twinkling of an eye Of an eye We'll rise Hey man, you tired? Yeah that's me You look worried? Well yeah that's me Is it over? Well we'll see My memorial Hey man did ya Write that for me? It seems like it That really spoke to me But you made it up You made it up You made it up You make it up — Starflyer 59, "M23"
For things beyond, I know they are, I do not need to see. For things beyond, the treasures hid, the secrets that I keep. For things behind the bridges burned, and those I wish I'd saved. For things above, a thousand tongues, the angels and the saints. The chaos of love, the fury of life. The sameness of death, the beauty of truth, the glory of God, the glory of God, the chaos of love, the fury of life. —Gileah, "For Things Beyond"
Hollywood's been trying to make new friends with the aliens by sending them our culture and our ways of life and all of our trends, transmitting music and TV shows and all the cool clothes, hoping for approval from the aliens but nobody knows Whoa! They're sick of our movies! Whoa! They're sick of our lies! Whoa! They're coming to see us. Baby get ready for a big surprise. Whoa! They're bringing their weapons! Whoa! They're gonna shove us around! Whoa! The robots are coming to bomb the city, destroy the town. Hollywood is burning down. — Calibretto 13, "Hollywood"
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