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Who am I? Well, if you ask me, the US is ripe for demise. If you don't ask me, the US is ripe for demise. It's on my mind. Two more things are on my mind. One is a math problem, and the other is a poorly-developed field of chemistry. I think money and the greedy race to be published has tainted the field of chemistry. Everybody seems to be in concensus until there's this very loud "bing" somewhere. Bing. I did a bing before. It's where I realize a lot of stuff and then my head changes. It's how I progressively find myself in an ever yet different world when I wake up. In my head. |
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What Mathematician?
Where's the mathematician? This big burly man be a mathematician? Yah. I get bored of stuff very easily. I have this memory about me. Things add up without even my own effort. So I ward off the boredom by thinking about stuff that hasn't been made sense of yet.
I'm an angry mathematician. I got me a chip on my shoulder. I could make note of the translation from anger to dispersement among a range of varied emotions, but I am indeed unglued. It happened to me and the necessary corrective emotions were never felt.
I do live in a different world. I remember being a Christian. I remember my parents telling me that cussing is wrong and they would tell me why it is later. I asked them "later," and they didn't produce a reason. I wanted to know why it was wrong to say "bad" words.
So I asked myself.