steadily, all grows, like the tower of Babel,
numbers and figures,
measurements and monotony,
all come falling down
and syntax is sequestered down
to simplified ideals,
and yet you overcomplicate it all.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
steadily, all grows, like the tower of Babel,
numbers and figures,
measurements and monotony,
all come falling down
and syntax is sequestered down
to simplified ideals,
and yet you overcomplicate it all.
give me liberty or give me a graph to show how bound you still are.
GET OUT THERE AND VOTE FOR PIGEONS.
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