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, January 21, 2008

Burning Chrome

Life imitates fiction. We're living in a William Gibson world. Glommed from the last mil blog in my RSS feed, Defense Tech.

Also ::cough::power outage that took out the Great Lakes grid a couple of years ago::cough::. Just saying.

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