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gravity, you amaze me with your paradoxical pull grasshoppers, greenshanks, groveling serfs and grandiose kings all feel your wicked weight the bearable lightness of being is at your cosmic command some wear you like gossamer, others filigree for the forlorn, you are ball and chain for Sir Isaac, you were scripture, chapter, and verse, Mathematica you keep me and thee tethered with invisible faithless cord to this spinning stone to attempt to defy you is folly even with rockets at full ****** for ultimately we must again bear your weight but, grave though I have called your grip you beatifically bestow this bearable lightness of being that cannot be seen or heard only felt
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
There is no goat cheese in the mountains of Ixtlan
gravity, you amaze me with your paradoxical pull grasshoppers, greenshanks, groveling serfs and grandiose kings all feel your wicked weight the bearable lightness of being is at your cosmic command some wear you like gossamer, others filigree for the forlorn, you are ball and chain for Sir Isaac, you were scripture, chapter, and verse, Mathematica you keep me and thee tethered with invisible faithless cord to this spinning stone to attempt to defy you is folly even with rockets at full ****** for ultimately we must again bear your weight but, grave though I have called your grip you beatifically bestow this bearable lightness of being that cannot be seen or heard only felt
just felt like playing with words while I am in a writer's block mode...
spysgrandson
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
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