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

Monday, April 23, 2007

IPSTPD Story Bone 4 

Okay, maybe this isn't a story bone, but I like it anyway.

Guys think that if we hit the end of the TP roll just as we are finishing, that last, ragged white-scrap wiping our butts clean, that we enter into a magical bonus round, annointing us and making us immune to having to put on a new roll.

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