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, January 10, 2012

Dear Universe

Okay, so it seems that this year is not going to be easy. You want to pile-on and see how far it can go before I crack. I understand.

Uncle.

You can stop it. Now.

I've had two weeks between major scheduling and the restart of classes and you decided to fill the empty spaces. Yes, thank you for the little text you sent my way. That's what I was more of, please. Not this other stuff.

I mean, sure. Okay, some of it is necessary. But there's plenty of this that is just gratuitous. Please stop with the extras and get back to the words.

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