Friday, June 28, 2013

Dear Science, heart (bunsen) burns for you. 

Be mine forever?  

We can run away from all of the stupid people who don't understand what scientific Theory means.  

Promise me you'll think about it?  I don't want you to feel under any big pressure (just the regular atmospheric type).  I'll be waiting for you in the restaurant around the corner at a (periodic) table for two.  We can eat pi(e) and be happy. I'm a total (punnet) square for you.  Consider it, please? 


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