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 12, 2012

The universe's perverse sense of humor

Sort of started back into working out and writing having slain the previous "all hands on deck" chinese fire drill at the day thing. And BOOM! another big project strikes keeping me late at work and mandating weekend hours (landed on Tuesday). Just thought you might want an update. Also, so you know the scope of what I'm talking about when I say the universe is keeping me from writing.

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