Crap.
At what value of N with respect to K should one obtain the maximum sustainable yield of a harvested fish or wildlife species?
Fuck this.
...
Who’s there tapping at my door?
Whose is the voice floating through the open window?
Some shady silhouette sneaking silently outside
lit only by the pale moonlight cascading through blackness
Some stranger lurking in the darkness
desperate to enter this hidden lair of whitened thoughts
Surrounded, am I surrounded?
A stranger sings softly about that lost girl
wandering aimlessly through the clouds
so far above reality that even the owls can't reach her
Who’s there knocking at my locked door?
Whose was the scream I heard when I shut the window?
The song can't reach, I won't let it
but this silhouette of a stranger sneaks through shadows
Stealth and sorrow, its two best friends
pound on the walls, trying to enter this hidden lair
where the sweet children of my sight swallow fear.
A stranger sings softly about that lost girl
wandering aimlessly through shallow clouds
so far above reality that even the owls can't reach her
Who’s there banging desperately on my door?
Whose was the hand that grabbed my arm through the keyhole?
a white hole has collapsed, sunk in stone shimmering
in the last of its glory; sudden storms come sailing in.
Sometimes a dream slowly seeps to superficiality
My arm has become my entire body.
A stranger sang softly about that lost girl
who wandered aimlessly through diamond clouds
so far above reality that even the owls couldn't reach her
A stranger lamented softly about that silly girl
who lost herself as she spoke to the silent stars
so far above reality that even the heavens couldn't save her.
Fuck this.
...
Who’s there tapping at my door?
Whose is the voice floating through the open window?
Some shady silhouette sneaking silently outside
lit only by the pale moonlight cascading through blackness
Some stranger lurking in the darkness
desperate to enter this hidden lair of whitened thoughts
Surrounded, am I surrounded?
A stranger sings softly about that lost girl
wandering aimlessly through the clouds
so far above reality that even the owls can't reach her
Who’s there knocking at my locked door?
Whose was the scream I heard when I shut the window?
The song can't reach, I won't let it
but this silhouette of a stranger sneaks through shadows
Stealth and sorrow, its two best friends
pound on the walls, trying to enter this hidden lair
where the sweet children of my sight swallow fear.
A stranger sings softly about that lost girl
wandering aimlessly through shallow clouds
so far above reality that even the owls can't reach her
Who’s there banging desperately on my door?
Whose was the hand that grabbed my arm through the keyhole?
a white hole has collapsed, sunk in stone shimmering
in the last of its glory; sudden storms come sailing in.
Sometimes a dream slowly seeps to superficiality
My arm has become my entire body.
A stranger sang softly about that lost girl
who wandered aimlessly through diamond clouds
so far above reality that even the owls couldn't reach her
A stranger lamented softly about that silly girl
who lost herself as she spoke to the silent stars
so far above reality that even the heavens couldn't save her.