I crunched the numbers this morning —
not stocks, not calories, not spirituality.
My dick.
Yeah, I ran the Fibonacci sequence starting at my own divine measurement.
And twelve steps later?
377.
Three hundred and seventy-seven units of recursive, self-referential,
infinitely looping dick.
A dick so mathematically pure it spirals through time
like a horny golden ratio.
A dick so transcendent it’s basically a religion
you calculate instead of believe in.
So if anyone comes at me with weak excuses,
holiday-week disappearing acts,
or sudden-onset “I’m busy” syndrome?
I hit ’em with the math.
Fibonacci my fucking dick.
I go exponential on the bullshit.