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

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

It's spring, and the SPAM is in bloom

I must be pretty dang luck. "Cause I've been winning all this national email lotteries lately. People across the globe who are dying in the cancer epidemic that obvisouly must be out there all want to give me their money, as long as I spend it on charity. And I know where to get great knock off watches and drugs. Even drugs that will increase the size of all these different body parts because, apparently, women in Indonesia are laughing at me. All the things this inter-tubie net thing brings our way.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I recommend you ignore the spammers. They won't go away, but you will be happier for it. :)