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Ramblings of an inexperienced mathematician Ramblings of an inexperienced mathematician Search Home About The primordial soup Aug 11 It’s after hours, you’ve called it a day. The tide begins to creep in, performing it’s janitorial duties. Footprints on the dust, the signs of life, vanish in the dark. All that is left is a chemical smell and the reflection of the neon light on the floor. Now just put it on a spin cycle and repeat.   Leave a comment Posted in life , memory , Uncategorized Tagged Life , memory , mortality The Hunter A r… Apr 12 The Hunter A rose, the night; A fire in our plight. Bud of hope, Amongst the savage screams, Haunting and hunting, Restless dreams. A hopeless kite. Floating through the wake, Upstream but downcast. The night will stake its claim. Leave a comment Posted in Uncategorized Tagged NaPoWriMo , poetry The Vintage Apr 8 The Vintage   You heard it through the grapevine. The whisper rode...

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