This Pretty Life

What’s that lets your ego go- up petty heights,
Like something can be fixed practically about me?
I can’t but plan to follow your wrongs, with the rights,
And try to feel the petty pretty might, you see?

I feel that the passion is unified- art-god and math-sci,
Love-Sex and everything life, so we can be bound free-
Free ’cause we’re okay that we just have to try,
and Okay that we may not get it, like everybody…

I don’t know why I dream for something special,
And feel special for things very simple and wifie,
He’s got to be a maid o’ me to get laid and rule the isle,
But it’s hard to hook a duke, life is pretty lifey!

Never knew it would be that nice even if tougher,
I call it a deed and I could agree,
Just a li’l bit, on the infinite, but we still ride the rafter,
through the life phylogeny…

Thru the years, I’ve been a fire-trier-lier-dire-out-lier,
I couldn’t manage to be worse than I ever be,
Life teaches lessons and we admire,
Getting better, maybe!

L’IBios

Audio Here:

Ions, cell-lines & Millions of eons,
and we got the life we’ve seen as,
We need to get that everything is in alliance,
Nothing defy those- the rulin’ s of L’IBios!

Hey kid it’s natural to you,
We feel but never say we do,
That it’s a nano, mili and mega thru,
An essential trios, combinin’ to L’IBios,

Time to get that it’s never simple and small,
It’ll take more RAMs and Hertz than you can call,
Life here crams  and blurts info that you can try-
To nose, the vast IBios, L’IBios,..

Muscles n the myos, close the Cori’s arrows,
via Livers and the Glia never mind sending some kinda goals,
To’em n’ll, in a jungle, amid a parasitic triangle,
That is a phylogenetic cringle, it flows, L’IBios, L’IBios…

Forget the Riemann and Lebesgue, n no offence,
We need Freeman and La’Best Integration, friends,
From axioms, magnesiums and the museums, of-
of every logos, the floss homologs of L’IBios,
L’IBios…

L’IBios, the Integrative Biology,
It’s all over the Life Tree,
And over me, over thee,
We gotta get the key,
To unlock the treats,
We here arouse, to L’IBios,
L’IBios….

California

Top on the ranks,
we can loose unfound,
list’em to the astound-ing ones, hold down,

Starin at my kind of A’s few
Am I safe without sup’er
And I ain’t the game without full,
Can’t even prove my thing without oomph

So done, through the fun above,
And I remember how it was,
I wish I could see hack there cuz,
I wanna be there where I can-
make a

[chorus]
Top on the ranks,
we can loose unfound,
list’em to the astound-ing ones, hold down,
there’s smart-wit flowin on in every corner,
that’s why I gotta be in california,

we can take a top off the grind,
we can fit some more,
we can hit funmate (we can hit
the cars!)
there’s a traffic blowin on in every corner
that’s why i gotta be in california,

starin at my kind of A’s few
Am I safe without sup’er
And I ain’t the game without full,
Cuz I know that it’ll be too long,
before I feel true,
fears for highs with you,
fears for the highs hit hue,
I’ll’ve it when He frees ones like Oo,
so as soon
as I get knack,
I’m gonna make a-

[chorus]
Top on the ranks,
we can loose unfound,
list’em to the astound-ing ones, hold down,
there’s smart-wit flowin on in every corner,
that’s why I gotta be in california,

we can take a top off the grind,
we can fit some more,
we can hit funmate (we can hit
the cars!)
there’s a traffic blowin on in every corner
that’s why i gotta be in california,
there’s is magic movies money and all the glamour
Lime-light is ready call-it-for-me-ah!
There’s coffee brewing for me n every learner,
That’s not a night can-hit-four-aha!
Where’s CV glowing bright clear,
What’s the wish-hope-fact Calif.-or-near?
There’s nothing else-above I swear,
All-it-for-dear,California,
California, California…

You Wanna PhD

I miss American Dream since I has anywhere-green,
Don’t matter if I step on the win,
Or sneak away into the Willy-Jeans,
They still fonda put fixtures of tales
Fairier in my mind-within,
You wanna PhD?
You wanna PhD

I’m PI’s needy o’karma,
Another day another drama,
Guess I can’t see no harm
In working and being a mama,
And with a grad on my arm
I’m still an exception
And you wanna PhD?

I’m Hisses of SciStyle of pitch and focus,
(You want a PhD)
I’m Kisses of Oh my God that shiny paper,
(You want a PhD)
I’m Wishes for Extra-T’kstra-What’s not in?
(You want a PhD)
I’m cliché’s are these, are-not,Everything,
(You wanna PhD)

I’m bliss ‘You want to miss of me’,
Tryin’ and pissin’ me off,
Well get me wine with paperazzi
Who’s just flippin us all-
Hopin’ I’ll re-smart him to just-n-ad hoc, And blend up all’em in a flight and airport,
Now are you sure you want a PhD?
Cam misses ‘Most likely to set won the CV for getting into Ivies’,
When getting the groceries, Go for deal,
Far true leading me,
No wonder there’s planning in the industry,
I win please,

Do you want a PhD..?

My Only Swish This Year!

Last fight I took chalk on the board
Coupled kernel and GUI to go,
Seems like everyone but this is in know,

Scien-ta can you hear me,
I signed my paper that I sealed with a wish,
I sent it off
,It just said this
I know exactly what the systems bear,
Scien-ta can you hear me,
I want my abbey,(abbey, yeah),
I want someplace to prove it, someone that bold,
Maybe (maybe, maybe maybe.) he’ll be all I hope in a Big Ten world,

Scien-ta can you hear me?
I have been so good this year and all I want is one thing
Tell me that my proof is here,

This is all you grant, just for me underneath my C.V.,
I’ll be setting free-er,.
Sciean-ta that’s my only Swish this year.
Oohhh ohh yeah
Christmas Eve I just can’t sleep
Would I be wrong for making a geek?
Cause I heard that your coming to town

Scien-ta can you hear me? (yea yeah)
Really hope that there isn’t much ‘may’,
With something special for me in the gray,
Ohh please make my swish come through
Scien-ta can you hear me,
I want my abbey,(abbey)
I want some place to prove it, someone that bold,
Maybe (maybe maybe) they’ll love all the ones and make the milestone,

Scien-ta can you dear me
I have means to tell it clear,
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true theo-rem  is here
He’s all I want just for we,
In my academic pedigree,
I’ll be waiting here Scien-ta that’s my only swish this year
I hope my letter reaches you in time
Bring it up to the cover n headline,
(yeah yeah) cause I have keen and good of all in there.
Sell it for the your journal,
It’s all that grant, in the big grand world,
Scien-ta can you bear me?(fear me?),
I have been in woods this year,
And all I found is seedling,
Telling that my lemma is real,
That’s all I want, just for me,
Underneath my X-mas tree,
I’ll be settling near(ohh yeah), Scien-ta  that’s my only wish this year,
Oh Scien-ta can you hear me? Oh Scien-ta,

Well fee is all I grant to make it free, I left my shopping spree,
I’ll be getting geared,
Scien-ta that’s my only Swish this year…

The Reading List, for the TB’st!

The Mathy Platter

Li Near AllZebra,
Abs Tractile Zebra,
Lords of the Rings,

Real-An-Alice-Is,
Callculus,
LA PD-Is,
Oh :D’s,

Die-NA-my-call systems,
Come-play-X See-Steams,(bad one, sorry)

Pro-Baby-lity and State-stics,

Come-Put-Yours

Programming in See,
MATE-A-MATE a.k.a. Twittorial,
My’llab,
Is-A-Belle,

Life’s-Ins

Mode-ale in, Biological Systems,
Evolutionary T-or-E,
Evolutionary Die-NA-mix,
Mall-locular Evolution,

Comps due -3^-1*10^-9Bya,

Hand in to Mr. Hurry Putter at the TBroom 007.

Personal Doctor

Those pills that I chew,
& the syrups that I take,
Ain’t better than that photo*,
They are false, they are fake,
‘ve been taking them for weeks,
For the doctor’s sake,
But still got the flu,
Got fever, got ache,
I need a doc, that makes no tests,
The one, on beach under sun, who rests,
To feel my pain, my heart, arrests,
Kills with kisses, cures with hugs,
& with smiles on face, beside me nests,
That cure has no better,
None, but a letter,
With the doctor’s sign,
That tells of mine,
The letter nurse lent,
For a permanent appointment,
Saying I need the doc.
Who’s out of stock,
’cause the doc’s so busy,
With letters so rosy,
But it’s not easy,
For me, dear,

& I need badly…

The Personal Doctor…
Really.

* That photo was yours.
P.S. You’ve got your PhD, that’s fair enough.

Abstract:- Doctors are gods ( or could be… PhDs…)