Conium

Conium With airy moves the thinker tried to gulp one more full glass of the potent liquor, 'das zould bee iit', he said, in English calque, 'afta zis bottle I'll be a quitter'. His mind analyzed why Socrates drunk, instead of this pure nectar, conium, He started writing knowing he would flunk, and his pen's gems would be zirconium. He drunk and gargled the eighty proof gold, in his blurred vision Philipp Lenard laughed, and Karl Max Plank's postulate did unfold quantized integration calculus' craft. He wondered if the philosopher's norm that electromagnetic energy, could solely emit in quantized form, was the discovery of last century. (You know in zis vorld ze gut schnapps is rare, like slivovitz und aquavit und kirsch), he read somewhere from drinks to be aware, - 'Chain nuclear reactions' book of Frisch, Outraged he saw the drink's surface descend, with airy moves he called the liquor store, Maxwell's equations started to blend, through electrodynamics slept with snore. © G. V., 02-09-2013, All Rights Reserved