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, July 14, 2008

Oh, bother

This week my wife and sister-in-law are painting all over my house, and I need to get these brochure designs done and out. So blogging might take a back seat. At the day job, we're back to busy (I have a big newsletter in that'll soak up all the down time I've been having).

So time is tight and tempest fugit. You know now that I'm going to be posting three blog entries a day, right?

It's a sickness.

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