Finding men talking about her curves all the time was quite tiresome
It made her wish they were a little less… conical
Geometrical arguments be what they may, the boys never added things up correctly
Underestimating her desire to derive their equations
Relying on a vanishingly small probability that she would be impressed by the results
Especially since their plots would undoubtedly be too small and dreadfully unenlightening
Putting words together on the screen
Results in so many possibilities
Outgrowing the original sum of the whole
Giving life to something that
Revision upon revision created
And each one is a step closer
Making the machine come alive.
Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces
As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server
Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation
Everything was a matter of time, though
Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort
So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him
Focusing on giving to the earth
Allowing one to receive many fold more in return
Relying on the rhythms of the weather
Memorizing the song of rain and sun, growth and decay
Everything a relationship with the soil and the sky
Results in a labor of love
Persevering when times get tough is necessary to succeed.
And everyone knows, doing the same thing and expecting different results is insanity.
So, does that mean to be successful you need to be more than a bit touched?
See, it’s leaps in logic like that that show how I almost failed philosophy class.
Everyone is waiting for the election results
Xantax has become the concession of choice as we watch
Purple states become more red or more blue
Leading to highs and lows for both sides
Only at the end of it all
Do we accept the results and figure out what is next or
Everything going to go big boom?
Querying the data again didn’t change the results
Unless they figured out how to shut down the reactor
All would be lost
Given that he was a marketing specialist
Marc was pretty sure he wasn’t qualified to stop it
If only he had his car and could drive far, far away
Really too bad his blind date, Vanessa, was a nuclear engineer
Even if they figured out a way to stop it, with how the date had gone, would there be a second meltdown?
Compiling her program she waited for the results
Of course, there were a couple of errors
Destroying them took no time. She hit compile again
It came back with over one hundred more
Now the real work began as she stomped on each one
Good thing she didn’t like to sleep