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, December 30, 2007
Hey Look
All around good guy and commenter tangentalist Nathan has got himself a blog. Cool.
2 comments:
Oooooh! I got pimped. Yeeha!
I'm sure I'm not the only one.
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