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, September 19, 2008

Avast!

Aye, tis International Talk Like a Pirate Day today, it be. Dontcha be fergettin' alls about it, now. Rolls yer R's and grit yas teeth. And the bordin' of wayfarin' sails instead of "getting in your car." Aye, who talks like dat? I'm a ridin' these tubular waves of this here internet and swabbin' the decks wit' the udder poor drunkards, so's I don't haven the time to be waggin' my tongue with you alls too much untils later. Be good pirates until then, and the wind be wit' you.

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