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, February 9, 2010

Hand Waving

Energy
Budget Cuts
Tax
Lift American Spirits

Note to Sarah (hey, you're one of us, right, we use first names), get it right before you write it on your skin. Like, I don't know, use a piece of paper first. Or, hey, they have these things called tele-prompters. It's electronic text. You can edit it as much as you want before getting on stage. Seriously, cross-out edits... on your hand?

The only way to make this better would be if the edits had been done in red.

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