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
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Story Bone
"We're going to need a whole bunch of Holy Water," he said breathlessly. "Got something in a two-liter size?"
The priest paused for a moment, "Come on back to the baptismal font, we've got it on tap."
2 comments:
Very funny. I love it...I might even have to steal it.
Have at, Matt. Me casa es su casa as it were.
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