Creed of Luke

The dance of eternity fueled by stupidity

rambles forward, crashes into a lamp-post

for voldemort snorts magnificent ice-cream

and chains of markov rat on my dreams

for chicken and beef

geodesics and boltzmann dreams

rattle about in a torus shapped universe

aint no spivakin about this differential verse

for metric abound this bk tree

but wasn’t manhattan sold out for free?

tries and queues

aint bound by logarithmic carcasses

and abruptly ends this stochastic nonsense

for time isn’t a lesbesgue integral

caught in a kohonen map haha haha

Quotes by an okay chap