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, February 17, 2007

Back at it

Well, since I'm not at Boskone, and I've done all the procrastination routines I can in one day (there are union rules, you know), I'm back to actually working on the Pirate Story. 3400 words now. I'm writing some of the connections to try things together.
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