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

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Because all the cool kids are pointing to it

And strangely, I find it motivating for my own writing. So I've listened to it like 8 times today.



And in case you're wondering what a lot of this song is referencing, you may need to read this famous post from Neil Gaiman, with which I do agree. People are not machines, and GRR Martin is not your bitch.

But it's still a funny song none the less.

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