In the course of his travels Professor Zahlschmidt of mathematics encountered a two-headed girl with four arms. Fascinated by the sheer numerics of it, he invited her home with him, pondering her categorization the entire time. For example, was she a two-headed girl with four arms, or a four-armed girl with two heads? He couldn't decide. He counted sixteen fingers, four thumbs, ten toes, and two wonderful breasts with geometric proportions he had never even dared fantasize about. Wild mathematical dreams overwhelmed the protective boundaries guarding his sleep. He multiplied two times four on a calculator and it kept coming up "LOVE", which confused him because it wasn't really a number. Then the enjoined females came storming after him, juggling perfectly formed orbs in perfectly formed circles. One afternoon while the professor was taking a nap the girls snuck away to the train station, to leave on the next train. They hoped to meet someone with whom they could share their primal passion: hugging.
Story #155
5 comments:
excellent. waaaaay better than the obvious "indian goddess" thing i would suckily come up with.
It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science!
-- Thomas Dolby, "She Blinded Me With Science"
(And I admit it too, I saw the image and thought of Vishnu or Shiva. Give that girl a hug, Professor!)
Them's the advantages of not being well-read, i.e. not knowing Vishnu or Shiva by name.
Wait. Something doesn't add up here.
Big Hugs!
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