Isn't it fun when we talk about love in such hollow ways?
The verbal fax: vishnu and gone.
My mountains move and the weak boggles himself with the strong.
"I am better."
"No you're not."
"You're taking your opinions as facts."
I said it.
GOD I WISH I WOULD HAVE JUST SAID IT!!!
It wasn't him, it was you, all I understand is all I understand!
Don't you get it? Are you even listening?
If you can't see me, I can't see you!
The ALS kid is carted off to his symphony in the sky:
The death of the nimbus is shown to the moving mountains of our hearts.
Yet I continue lying.
Did you even know I was?
I'm good at that, I'm good at that.
I don't tell people, because I didn't know. I don't know, because I don't know, ya know, and 0-3-0- and furthermore, 5-8-5-3-1-0! I said, 5-8-5-3-1-0! 585310!! R U that dumb?
"Oh..., ohhh, don't say it. Please don't, oh god I don't like it!
Oh we are so equal, do not feel so gone! Like esperity, gone!!"
"Prosperity is my esperity, don't you know? You are more icy than I! You are so ivory, and cold like dead dry ice.
I let it go----
I let it fall between here and Hades, I let it go.
How could I, man?
Jeez, I can't get any sleep around here for the cold anti-antiannihilators and the bomb suckers. I like ropes, ya know? They smooth me!
f(x)=sin(x), f'(x)=cos(x), f''(x)= -sin(x), f'''(x)= -cos(x), f4(x)=sin(x),............f4n(x)=sin(x)........................ for eternity mate.
Even a set can contain itself! I'm totally insane! I mean, JEEZ! I try hard to keep my sanity, I surprise myself and tell myself things you don't like.
We are all barnyard animals.
Here's a serious poem, about serious issues and serious people.
I feel wrong. I have amnesia and short term memory loss. Everything that creepeth, creepeth forward. I come to myself in time of need. Alas, he knows my name! I laugh at/ oh muse sing through me:
y = x3+x2+x+1
y' = 3x2+2x+1
y'' = 6x+2
y''' = 6
y4 = 0
y5=0
y6=00
y7=000
y8=00000
y9=00000000000000000000000000000!!!!!!!!
it's just ZERO, forever...forever, it's just zero.
WHAT DO WE WANT?
SUBSCRIPTS, POSTSCRIPTS, AND CUSTOMIZABLE FONT SIZE!
When do we want it?
As soon as freaking possible because it was cringe worthy to write this poem without them.