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, October 27, 2007

Highly distracable

Yes, that's me. It's getting close to dinner time and I'm getting to a part of the story I haven't thought out very well, and a part I'm a little uncomfortable writing as it deals with sexual awakening. It's now at 1850 words. Some parts don't fit well, yet.

Hopefully more tonight.

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