a poem for today

a poem for today, 5 February 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
You can't really just kick the aesthetic dimension in the nuts and laugh and run away.
He's working with professionals, after all, he just needs to make sure everything runs smoothly. 
Here now is the fifth episode on the idea of a primitive recursive function.
Can I get one of whatever they're having and some nachos.
Think how physics would be without its frictionless pulleys, conservative fields, ideal gases.
The villains immediately devote themselves to acts of senseless and horrifying destruction.

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