it slips under my blood vessels, over the ripe banana orange mango stare, flew across a city and a desert, and weeped the afternoon red and yellow. I weep with it, unable to distinguish our boundaries.
Posted by Bill at October 05, 2002 05:36 PM | TrackBackI regret that it has been necessary for me in this lecture to administer a large dose of four-dimensional geometry. I do not apologise, because I am really not responsible for the fact that nature in its most fundamental aspect is four-dimensional. Things are what they are... by texas holdem
Posted by: texas holdem on December 20, 2004 09:57 AM