a threnody to a love story

it's amazing that sometimes you can find something so beautiful from a completely nonsensical, slapstick comedy movie. and I'm not referring to those hot, half-naked chicks in american pie series nor Rasputia from Norbit.

This is a poem that Kumar read when professing his love to that hot chick in Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo Bay.

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

-David Feinberg

Song of the day: +44 - No It Isn't

serius_loe_jon
Please understand
This isn't just goodbye
This is I can't stand you