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 7, 2011

Don't Gore Me, Bro

And so begins the defense dance to keep one's sacred ox from being gored, on all sides of the aisle. And we dig deep into the national conversation on just what we want to be as a culture.

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