I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Time for bed

Well, I've connected most of what had been typed out. All that remains to get out is the last part, the treachery, the bomb, and the final victory for Khamel Sing, Planetary Defender (yes, the Pirates lose this one). Of course, Khamel also becomes part of the wreckage (actually, I think he’ll be in a million pieces by that point). 4400 words so far. Probably another two thousand to go.

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