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Wyatt Nguyen Jan 2014
Check:
Let O = Orifice
Let D = What ever your imagination brings you to

The Limit as D approaches O
you see her face start to glow

The log of the base
is a way to find the D in her face

No function can go on an asymptotes
But i will **** in her and cover her *** in ***** layered coats  

The polar coordinates of your O
Is Tangent to where she is ******* my big toe

Because you will find me in her
The  quadratic has multiple integers

The function calls to vertically stretch O
So at the end of the day I Dont Really Know

This is a metaphor for really weird ***

Thanks.
Nat Lipstadt Jan 2014
the theory of entropy

A doctrine of inevitable social decline and degeneration.
or
A single toss of a fair coin has an entropy of one bit. A series of two fair coin tosses has an entropy of two bits. The number of fair coin tosses is its entropy in bits. This random selection between two outcomes in a sequence over time, whether the outcomes are equally probable or not, is often referred to as a Bernoulli process. The entropy of such a process is given by the binary entropy function. The entropy rate for a fair coin toss is one bit per toss. However, if the coin is not fair, then the uncertainty, and hence the entropy rate, is lower. This is because, if asked to predict the next outcome, we could choose the most frequent result and be right more often than wrong. The difference between what we know, or predict, and the information that the unfair coin toss reveals to us is less than one heads-or-tails "message",
or bit, per toss.[5]
~~~~~
**one bit per toss

one love per life

over time we entropy,
degrade our physic,
even our heart~need,
tho ever burning,
gives off less heat,
as the candle aged-consumed,
the eighth day canister of love oil,
the sole remainder,
slow level diminishes.

we keep on tossing the coin,
and with every failed love,
the need, entropies, declines,
the coin is worn down,
making tails-you-lose
the greater probability.

but then all it probably takes,
just another toss,
and bit you are
by the coin of the realm
that-once-discovered,
from her, this realm,
this woman,
you will never leave,
nor coin-toss ever again
Jan. 26, 2014
For my beloved
Tommy N Dec 2010
GUN
I can’t decide: the temple
or the mouth. In my mouth
it reminds me of holding a spoon
on my tongue, or when I  leaned pennies against
my gums. It is like licking the key to the shed, 1999.
The temple reminds me of my mother’s thumb
Pressing against circularly, circularly.
I shoot.
I wake up in front of a computer screen.
The air crashes together rippling
like a snake digests small rodents. I wake up next
to a beautiful woman. The explosion comes in
layers of jagged red and parallel yellow, like a cartoon.

PILLS
Swallow-Puke-Swallow-Can-
not-let-mybody-winthis-­one-Ilock-
-thedoor-andleave-ano-
-te-
No-one-should-come-look
-i­ng-for-me.

TRAIN
Don’t notice the figure lowering himself
onto the tracks, pausing to consider lying down
then the light comes, and I turn toward it
letting my bag slide from me. My jackets molt.
The only sound is the plank rattles of feet
running south. The only feeling is the space
between a cloud and the crack of lightning.
The birth. Light envelopes the figure.

JUMPING
I leap
far
because (Bernoulli’s Principle) not
wanting      to be ******      back
against the side of the build
ing, like examples:
      window-blinds
shower curtains.
      I realize every time
I argued(lied) airplanes were safe.
This is when (building) I hit.

CAR
I am with you,
Jenny. I couldn’t do this
without you. I hold your hand
and realize I have never touched your
skin until this moment. Neither of our hands
are cold. The fumes coming from the siphon hose
are warm. I smell the dirtbike from the time,
9 years old, I topped the hill. Beyond,
are wildflowers. I cannot remember if this
is a dream. Waking up, Jenny,
our hands are
falling apart. Jenny,
your hand has not gone limp,
but it has lifted like a jellyfish.
Written 2010 during the MFA program at Columbia College Chicago
Don Bouchard Nov 2011
The way of a man with a maid,
Solomon said,
Too much for him to understand
Too much.
A snake crawling on a rock,
A ship moving across the waves
The motionless soaring of an eagle
Too much to understand.

I have come to grips with a snake's scaly progress,
undulating,
cupping,
twisting,
hugging,
movement upon a rock.

I can nearly sense a ship's purposeful meanderings
on pathless seas,
driven by compass-aimed sails
and the science of sextants and stars.

I have accepted the Bernoulli Principle:
air currents rushing under and
meandering over
curved and feathered wings
producing lift,
defying gravity.

But still I cannot grasp
the way of a man with a maid.

Though I have studied
oxytocin,
endorphins,
hormonal urges,
a man and a maid
who walk through life
past beauty and prime,
surviving the vagaries of time,
seeing in each other
their youth long spent,
still straight and tall in the other's mind,
though old and bent...
must always bring me wondering, to a stop.
Such things, the Wise One said,
Are far too wonderful for me.

Long live love.
Drop in the Sea Apr 2019
Its a really hard place to live
When you got no submarine
When you got nowhere to go
Out of this crazy rushed world

People are in so fast flow
That a simple Bernoulli law
Is forcing you to be same
And you got noone else to blame

When Im sitting in my secret place
World is flowing very fast
I see just bloom of your face
While you running your last race

My mind , Is just like a sponge
Soaking and soaking for so much time
Then in worst scenario exploding
throwing Debris in non deterministic lines

Im okay mom , im okay
My head is just not the same
And I just need an open air
To get little more of oxygen

Im okay mom , im okay
But sometimes is it not a fair
I do see, you want to stare
Sometimes i wish ,That you dont care

Im okay dad , Im okay
I Hope you got someone to blame
Dont blame yourself , please dont blame
Cause it would be my cross to wear
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
If it starts with what happens on this side,
given the radius I think it's a new dimension,
Saturn's computer is still in functionality mode
from the personal radio classes without flight
for the Representative Representatives'
Representative Representative Representatives
of the Representative of Atari John Wait Waits.    
The best words of power are the most acceptable
in part of the best of the best amerurna.        How things.
Read the book to create a new healing,
and part on "Wall Street"  and wake up
The memory of the rich should be,       |        it should be,
according to the technology of the memory
that has increased its the size.
Radio, Radio, Radio,                Paul sets the highest rank
If you arrested Bernoulli, Optional Editor,
Stripper editors did not visit the best radio stations.
Other applications for Mass; I'm on the guaranteed
recommendations list. However, the best color.
                      According to John Rose and Internet Analyst 1
in England
the great waves of St. Paul are the radio waves.
                                                             Memory card memory.
Water is a business and people are suffering,
don't get emotional about it, I think the cities
need to be advise of a return to Saturn's joy.
                               The sky box is available
with sports, brandy,      x-ray glasses
               and a 6" 3D black & white.         Thank you,
without any information.                                        
Go get some hours of    
                                      care.
Taking winter irrigation is a guarantee  |  
presently  |  in this time              and
                                                  place.
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
If you start with what takes place in the group,
with the radius I think it's a new year,
Saturn's computer at work. Private radio classes
without a flight. Representative Representative
weapons typical typical, typical; representative
of the Atari John Waites, Wait, wait.
Excellent sayings of strength; most commendable
in the part of the plain of the best Ameri-Saturna.
How things? Read the book to create a new hospital,
and the section of "Wall Street" and wake up;
the memory of the rich man, should be, should be,
according to the technology of memory increased
in size.    Radio Radio Radio Paul gets High High
If you smoke Bernoulli the Solution Manager,
Stripper editors are no strangers to the best radio sites.
The other applications are for Mass; I'm on the
recommendations board of insurers. However, the best color.
According to John Rose
and the Internet 1 analyst in England.                    big waves;
St. Paul of the radio waves. Launch the radio memory.
The water was business and suffering, emotional about it,
I think the citizens are advised of the powerful Saturn joy.
The box is in the gym with the brandy glasses
and black on white. Pleasant, without any information.
Moses' mysterious hours. Riek, winter irrigation is recommended.    
                                           The time and place:
Sarah-Lorraine Riek born 15 November, 1992
is a German model and beauty pageant titleholder;
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at the Miss Universe pageant in 2015,
Sarah-Lorraine Riek was born in Heidenheim
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to a small Bavarian village named Syrgenstein in 2001;
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She was awarded Miss Internet by the Miss Germany
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During her reign as Miss Bavaria she worked as an ambassador
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On 11 October 2015 Sarah-Lorraine was crowned
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As Miss Germany, she competed at the Miss Universe 2015
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Other Germany winners and contestants of Miss Universe
have included Marlene Schmidt,
who won the Miss Universe crown in 1961,
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