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

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Surest Way to Not Get My Help

Threaten, even obliquely, to bring a lawsuit. I still will try and help (if I can), but I won't fight or look hard to find a way to help.

This goes double if you say something like, "My lawyer says we would win easily." Because no lawyer worth their salt will say such a silly thing.

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