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

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Vote Again!

Oh crap. They made a misprint on our ballots. Damn it, that means a greater chance I'm going to have to run again in 2 years. I was so looking forward to putting down the second job (and I've made the promise to myself if I sell this book, I'm quitting the second job anyway).

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

SELL A BOOK!

Steve Buchheit said...

I'm working on it, Camille. I'm working on it (52000+ words and growing).