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

Saturday, November 11, 2006

One of those things that will also be worked in someplace

Restaurants in Japan are switching to plastic chopsticks over the usual wooden ones. Most customers are now finding out that the food tastes worse. My thought was that the taste they liked was the wood.

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