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

Sunday, June 3, 2007

The notes are out

All my hand written notes (unless I've been sleep-note taking) are typed in. The story is now at 1115 words. Not all of these are good, and somethings need to move around and be changed, but a good start. I now have to do other work, so I don't think I'll be getting more typed in today.

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