Wow, I feel horrible.
I'm so ridiculously tired right now I can't explain it. I'm feeling feverish, dizzy, and very weak. This has come completely out of the blue. I was fine a few hours ago. I'm thinking that maybe this time it's the plague. Jesus...umm I guess I can't write tonight.
who's that rappa, damn!
Subsume and Lick!
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The original:
Sex Without Love
How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
Gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth, whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.
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The imitation:
Math without Calculators
How do they do it, the ones who calculate
without calculators? Methodical as scientists,
performing multiple operations on personal computers
in the lab, fingers pressing
each gleaming key, faces
intent, pensive, concerned as the
GT students in school whose teachers are going to
erase their programs. How do they come to the
come to the come to the Multiply come to the
right answers, and not use
the calculator that sits beside them, numbers
adding swiftly as a train on a greasy
track. These are the true geniuses,
the nerds, the over-achievers, the ones who will not
accept a TI-86, love the
paper instead of the Instrument. They
do not mistake the output for the correct answer,
they are like good sandwiches: they know they are alone
with the lunch box, the peanut butter, the jelly,
the quality of the bread, their overall nutrition-
al value-just keys, like the 'y='
and the 'Matrix,' and not the solution, which is the
result of a series of mathematical computations
completed in the student's own brain.