It was a mistake to mine the properties of pi at midnight. Quite irrational, in fact, to invite visitation by every conceivable circle, cylinder, sphere springing overhead like sheep. The endless decimal expansion showgirling the Feynman Point like a geographical feature or ticklish feather bobbing among the quantum sheep. The daft consideration of wavefunction and probability — which creature might tap dance across the bow next, powered by double time harmonic oscillators on repeat? It was a failure of imagination to leave off that one small “e”. I could be drifting in a scrumptious food coma, dreaming of tender pastry pillowing Blackberry, Cherry, Coconut Cream, Key Lime, Peach, Chocolate Silk… I will not make the same mistake again. – Gayle J. Greenlea

Hello, Poets! My offering for @FromOneLine #fromoneline #itwasamistake #poetry

It Was A Mistake It was a mistake. It always is. As soon as you speak, your words curl around each other like a dying spider’s legs. There’s no coherent web to be spun, just tired strands of half-hearted lies which barely hang on. It’s always the same: an unwilling victim of circumstance, but never a returning the flag-bearer for shame. It was a mistake. That’s all I ever need to say. I’m not bad person, merely crave the penny and the bun; acquiring that cake then an urge to eat it. I can’t exist simply on crumbs.

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Name three black men that have cheated.

You can’t.

Amen! 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 #ItWasAMistake #SmallSampleSize #IfTheLightsWasOffItDontCount #BlackMenDontCheat