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To Hell With Reason

a jolly darling right angle went straight out of the lateral box fed up with grinding a living on the periphery of pure reason he thought back to his square roots and longed for a change his strict Dad Monty Pythagoras had been rather level headed had equated logic premises and conclusions with happiness a refined man steeped in knowledge in search for great virtue his Mom Pi however never lived up the promise of her name strayed from her calculated path of predetermined precision abandoned caution and boredom and soaked in a bubbly bath Archimedes my **** I can’t throw the baby out of the water had a fling with Plato in his cave and settled for the kitchen made the best strawberry crumble from recipes of her aunt Little Monty Pi enjoyed whipped cream and emotion much more than obedience and hypothenuses and left mere equations behind licked off the whisk and dreamed of the perfect circle for good vanilla emotions danced with sweet sugar candy mountains as his feelings submerged into a fantasy world coated in cinnamon he was warned that he might have eggy intuitions on his face for shells would easily crack and ovations weren’t perfectly round but his world was not flat anymore and he wished for perspectives of a different kind than sitting in the lost corner at ninety degrees if you can stand the heat you should remain in the bakehouse savour cookies or condensed milk tarts for such exquisite cuisine beats mere cognition and the dour fragrance of stale rationale Mum chuckled while Dad despaired and took out his slide rule proposed that life was no honey pot and cooking was effluvium misleading and not up to the fine task of consequential virtues but like most kids he would only listen to what he wanted to hear put Nirvana on the headphones and closed his mind to objections eventually he learnt that life was really a giant rigged rollercoaster maybe the strawberries were laced with psychedelic truth serum or the icing on the gateau was to abandon forethought and planning most of all that he was neither circle nor angle and just needed to be 30th August 2020

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