ZYB | Chris Challis

Chris Challis

Cambridge, United Kingdom

Mmm, leftover Thanksgiving turkey...


	About me: When ink and pen in hands of men inscribed your form, bibedally They draw an altar on which God has slaughtered all stability No ice could ever soak in all the places you annoint And yet to see you all at once we only need the point Flirting with infinity your geometric progeny That fit inside you oh so tight with triangles that feel so right 3.1415926535897 93238462643383279 5028841971693993 7510582097494459 Your ever-constant harmony says flaw is discipline The patron saint of imperfection frees us from our sin And if our transcendental lift should find a final floor Then man will know the death of God where wonder was before Yeah, I know this pi **** backwards and forwards Check it out Bip bi-di-di I did 3 chicks then I pointed at the door A girl entered in so that made it 4 I snapped one time in came another 5 Add 'em all up and that makes 9 The average age 26.5 Now that's what I call gettin' some pi 5 of the chicks wore 6-inch heels 2 of the 9 squealed like seals 514 was the area code Quebec, Canada my winter abode And my 1.3 million dollar chalet Pi backwards, pi forwards, all night and all day 3.1415926535897 93238462643383279 5028841971693993 7510582097494459 2307816406286208 9986280348253421 170679821480865 13282306647093844 6095505822317253 5940812848111745 0284102701938521 1055596446229489...