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

Monday, November 30, 2009

WIP! Back in the Saddle

Didn't give myself a rest, so 730 some odd words on Chapter 35 during lunch. Need to keep going at this clip.

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