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, January 20, 2008

Back Home

What a weekend. Way, so, very, too much to talk about. I need sleep.

Couldn't get the free wifi to work, so I couldn't post form the con like I planned. But on the plus side, the programming was so great that I didn't have much down time to have written posts.

Didn't sleep much.

Thanks to everybody who put up with me. So much good news, not much for me (only a little), but I got to see some fabu-frickin'-tastic things happen to others. Once they talk about it (if they do, they might not) I'll link to it. But it's their story to tell.

Met people, renewed friendships, got to know people better.

Didn't sleep. More later

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