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| author | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-02 19:25:42 -0700 |
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| committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-03-02 19:25:42 -0700 |
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| 23 | <h1 class="title">Let’s start with something simple</h1> | 23 | <h1 class="title">Let’s start with something simple</h1> |
| 24 | 24 | ||
| 25 | 25 | ||
| 26 | </header> | 26 | |
| 27 | </header> | ||
| 27 | 28 | ||
| 28 | <section class="thing verse"> | 29 | <section class="thing verse"> |
| 29 | <p>in mammals the ratio between bladder size<br />and urethra is such that it takes<br />all of them the same time to piss. Take<br />for example the fact that Fibonnacci<br />numbers show up everywhere. How can you<br />look at this at all of this all of<br />these facts and tell me to my face there<br />is no God? And yet there isn’t<br />you murmer quietly into my ear over<br />and over like a low tide sounding<br />its lonely waves on an abandoned beach.<br />The ocean that birthed us holds us<br />still. We are tied, you and I, together<br />in her arms. The <a href="moon-drowning.html">moon, caring father,</a><br />looks down from a dispassionate sky.</p> | 30 | <p>in mammals the ratio between bladder size<br />and urethra is such that it takes<br />all of them the same time to piss. Take<br />for example the fact that Fibonnacci<br />numbers show up everywhere. How can you<br />look at this at all of this all of<br />these facts and tell me to my face there<br />is no God? And yet there isn’t<br />you murmer quietly into my ear over<br />and over like a low tide sounding<br />its lonely waves on an abandoned beach.<br />The ocean that birthed us holds us<br />still. We are tied, you and I, together<br />in her arms. The <a href="moon-drowning.html">moon, caring father,</a><br />looks down from a dispassionate sky.</p> |