#notmath

i haven’t posted on tumblr in a long time so here’s a hair update

The Story of David

imagine a head a head without a hat there are hairs put a hat on it on the head then the head looks bigger taller, more volume voluminous if it is even a word I just won’t search it for now

math makes you mad in another word maths also make you mad maths is not a lot of math just a lot of madness

so you wear a hat even if you are indoor

that is rude but whatever... this is not about moral or ethic aesthetic or music

a head can be mad a mind inside a head a hat covers a head a head covers a mind a mind covers everything including a lot of maths also madness

As virtuous men pass mildly away, 

 And whisper to their souls to go,

Whilst some of their sad friends do say 

 The breath goes now, and some say, No:

So let us melt, and make no noise, 

 No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;

 'Twere profanation of our joys 

To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears, 

 Men reckon what it did, and meant;

But trepidation of the spheres, 

 Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love 

 (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit

Absence, because it doth remove 

 Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined, 

 That our selves know not what it is,

Inter-assured of the mind, 

 Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,

 Though I must go, endure not yet

A breach, but an expansion, 

 Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so 

 As stiff twin compasses are two;

Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show

 To move, but doth, if the other do.

And though it in the center sit,

 Yet when the other far doth roam,

It leans and hearkens after it, 

 And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,

 Like th' other foot, obliquely run;

Thy firmness makes my circle just,