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

Friday, June 6, 2008

Lightning Histrionics

Just finished typing in the note from last night (as I was trying to go to sleep) and today. We're at about 1950 words. It's all in pieces parts (and slightly out of order). There's more I need to get, but a lot of it's there. I need to do some latin research.

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