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 27, 2007

Procrastination

Attempting to get the rough draft of the Pirate Story out, and I'm procrastinating. Word count is around 2700. I'm at the point I don't like, where I have to destroy and kill, and not in a "stand up and fight" kind of way, but in a "you have no chance of escape" way. So, here I am, avoiding it.

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