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

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Arrr, happy holidaze you scalliwags!

Oh my garsh, matey. I been swabbin' de decks and almost missed it, arr. 'Tis International Talk Like a Pirate Day it is.

Strike the Jolly Roger and raise the Red. Avast ye scabbardy dogs, we're takin' this har bloggospherics by de masts and takin' 'em all down to see Davy Jones. Arrr.