Twelve

12

is spelled quite humorously. It slightly looks like "two elves," which is the total opposite of what the number tells us. What if these two elves could multiply themselves like amoebas or Tribbles into several alter egos of themselves. In these towns, they raise havoc and endless torment to the commoners. But, one day their devious actions took their toll when an old farmer challenged their abilities. He said that they would never reach 100 versions of themselves and return to their original forms in under a minute. Angered by the farmer's doubt of their abilities and knowing that they have never multiplied more than four of themselves, these two elves multiplied so much that they magically got stuck with only twelve versions of themselves. Hence forth, twelve was born from the names of these mischievous creatures.

The END

Now that I have putrefied and tarnished your imagination with my irrational fantasy. I will be fair and provide you the conventionally accepted truth of twelve. According to Wikipedia, 

(Sorry to those who perceive Wikipedia as an unreliable source, but to me everything I read may be unreliable because who deemed such things as unreliable. Are doctors and "professionals" really primary sources? No....Are all these things considered reliable? Perhaps not...Are they really reliable or do people just say such things to delude the common people?)

Twelve is a Germanic word, meaning two-leftover. How creative of them. I applaud humanity's ability to count. *claps in slow motion to emphasize sarcastic overtone*

Let's venture what is really cool about Twelve and the primary reason why I have decided to talk about a random topic on a two-digit number.

In music, twelve tone technique is possibly the most fascinating part of wondrously changing music to a new extent (Made by my long-nosed friend Arnold Schoenberg). It primarily using all 12 notes of a chromatic scale, ensurin that all 12 notes of the chromatic scale are sounded as often as one another in a piece of music while preventing the emphasis of any through the use of tone rows. Basically, the music avoids being in key and it sounds wonk, but is actually filled with more awesome-sauce than you think it is.

Watch this: She is lovely. [She may make more sense than me. Actually, everyone makes more sense than me.]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4niz8TfY794

Anyways, let's look at twelve theatrically. If I'm thinking it, you may or may not be thinking it as well: the Twelfth Night. Oh William Shakespeare. Your works never cease to grabth my attentionth. If you have failed to read it, you should indulge in this marvelously piece of satire. If you feel compelled to disgrace the literary culture and the years that these authors have written to impacted the world as it is today, then Sparknote it. 

If music be the food of love, play on,

Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken and so die.

That strain again, it had a dying fall.

O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour.

Enough, no more,

’Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou

That, notwithstanding thy capacity

Receiveth as the sea, naught enters there,

Of what validity and pitch so e’er,

But falls into abatement and low price

Even in a minute!

So full of shapes is fancy

That it alone is high fantastical.      
(I.i.1–15)

Ah, the Twelth Night. Even Shakespeare noted that love is a painful path. It is like walking across a black-sanded beach.... with no shoes on. Ouch. However, without love, there is little reason to walk at all. Why bother even moving from the spot you are at now? You are a vegetable anyways. But in above quote, Shakespeare questions whether love originates from realistic matters or the idealistic imaginations of one's inner desire. 

Twelfth Doctor 2013

There are more things to share about twelve that are sexy, but my attention span is shorter than a Parastratiosphecomyia stratiosphecomyiodes (Southeastern pachygastrine soldier fly). Let us end my temperate night with the fact that my most valued BBC show Doctor Who has announced Peter Capaldi as the TWELFTH doctor. I am filled with oodles of joy for the new actor and bids his well on his future endeavors as the Doctor, but as a dedicated Whovian, I must undergo the first stage of denial and skepticism, where I am purely scrutinizing the incoming actor. Regardless, he has fantastic shoes to fill and proud of the selection. When I say shoes, I mean Converse sneakers.

Anyhoozenberg, may the twelve be ever in your favor. I have no idea what I wrote, but it sounded great in my head. I will depart you with a fantastical song that has been stuck in my head that has no relation to 12 in any way what so ever, but a friend of mine got it stuck in my head. EARWORM!

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