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, January 6, 2007
Designer Rant (Part 2)
And (mostly) because you couldn't do your job, I'm here at work on Saturday to finish mine. Fortunately I get paid overtime, your client will be footing part of that bill.
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