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, March 12, 2007
And Me Without My Incense
The Slush God has posted a progress report on his reading for the Pirate Issue of Shimmer. I'm in there somewhere. Mine was over the 5000-word limit, but hopefully I'm not in the reject file.
2 comments:
Nice to see he's recovered from the gas-dryer/blueberry mayem he experienced over Christmas.
Yes it is. Sometimes those things happen for a purpose.
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