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, August 21, 2008
Happy Squamous B-Day
The eldrich horrors in my head compel me to say, "Happy birthday H.P. Lovecraft." May your angles never be Euclidian.
3 comments:
You know what they say, " IA! IA! KTULU FTAGN! ", here's to the old boy, wrinkles and all. RIP.
I think there's a walking tour tomorrow in Providence RI to honor the man.
Stewart, hahahaha! Oh, wait. :) Thanks for stopping by, though.
Todd, a walking tour for HP. Now that would be cool. "And to your left is the well describe in Cool Out of Space. Don't look in or throw coins."
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