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

Monday, November 21, 2005

Conspiracy of Podiatrists

Ever notice how once you've found good shoes, you can never find them again, but shoes you can't wear or that hurt your feet are always plentiful and continue to be made? It's a Conspiracy of Podiatrists. Isn't that a great title? I can see both a non-fiction piece and a horror piece made out of that.
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