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

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Story Bones - Two for the price of one

From Dan we have "A long range, cross-country skitter."

And then we also have, "Selling light, that's what I do, young man. I sell light to customers who are in desperate need. I capture the day, distill its essence into quiet bottles, and peddle the packages to those who no longer have time."

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