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

Friday, September 14, 2007

VanderSale

In case you've been on the moon (well, WorldCon was in Japan and Japan is going to the Moon, satellites around a satellite, that's Japanese thinking for ya), all around hoopy froods Jeff and Ann VanderMeer (and I'm assuming here, Evil Monkey) are having a book sale. If I wasn't building shelves to hold my already extensive collection I would be snapping some more up. Plus, well, let's just say that my goal of purchasing less than four books a year has already been broken. Smashed really.

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