01-12-2013, 05:38 PM
a take on the miraculous beauty of modern maths' prose
We allow X to be empty. Why sure!
We want them as blank as they cum, so:
Come over here, stranger!
There - if there should be a word
for it - is X:
it can be empty as well.
She was hot, as she entered
the aftermath of a day
in Yale,
stumbling so all-confusedly
into the close-by but-not-to-be-closed-too-soon-bar,
because
Friday is free days (2) come.
Lady, may I as so much -
notwithstanding of course
topological constraints -
invite the you that you are, if you are
(or should, to put it colloquially, you be,)
to take a seat next to me?
It so happened, they feasted
but would you believe it:
when he retracted she
was left with a triple X
and empty still.
We allow... (to the power of n) fuck what?
We allow X to be empty. Why sure!
We want them as blank as they cum, so:
Come over here, stranger!
There - if there should be a word
for it - is X:
it can be empty as well.
She was hot, as she entered
the aftermath of a day
in Yale,
stumbling so all-confusedly
into the close-by but-not-to-be-closed-too-soon-bar,
because
Friday is free days (2) come.
Lady, may I as so much -
notwithstanding of course
topological constraints -
invite the you that you are, if you are
(or should, to put it colloquially, you be,)
to take a seat next to me?
It so happened, they feasted
but would you believe it:
when he retracted she
was left with a triple X
and empty still.
We allow... (to the power of n) fuck what?