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, February 7, 2017

Current Mood

Not related to blogging here, but for other parts of life.


Because, damn, that's another great rock anthem.

Man, if this were karaoke, right now I'd hit that "I" so fucking hard you'd get the choruser echo just from my unmic'ed voice hitting the back wall.

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