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PHYSICS
As a student of Physics no one could hold a candle to me. I was
like Syphon Pressure pumping the well of my penis. I could
fire-off the Laws of Inertia faster than the Speed of Sound
without moving my lips. Pie Are Square, I'd argue correct
grammar. I was the genius of the Bunsen Burner with a pack
of smokes and my eyebrows. Tongue of my Slide Rule probing
Time and Space into the cavity of Trudy Kovaleski's 9 Scale
Decimal Equivalents. "Everything Is Relative," I'd convince
the class, "except my Uncle Louie." This, of course, was Light
Years from where I'm now sitting, Minus Sea Level,
Ballasting rocks in my sofa for the next Revolution Of The
Earth. (...truncated)