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

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Curse Sir Walter Raleigh, he was such a stupid get

Another late night and no post form yours truly. Not even a "3, it's a magic number" post of links. Didn't see much of the intertubies today (Wednesday, for those that are counting).

And being that it's 1:30am Thursday, having just arrived home, there's not much hope for a coherent post tonight.

So, get the to a bed-erie, or something like that. Hope your weeks are going a little smoother.

Oh, before I forgets, got a 41 out of 40 on the quiz/test on Tuesday (she had 4 extra credit questions, which means I missed three, pretty sure I screwed up some -emia and -uria terms by not paying close attention).

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