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, October 24, 2008

Advancing to the Rear

I'm rewriting the first chapter of "The Novel." 682 words in, with about twenty new words, and cutting 500 or so. Current opening line, "When the Rapture came, Steve Goodlie's life went to hell. "

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