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, October 24, 2008

Break on through

So, I'm getting stuck at a little over a thousand words, racking my brain on how to fit this joke I loved to tell (called the Earworm Bandit), but can't figure out how to pull off. How do you deal with this when writing? Why, you kill your darlings and skip right past it.

Or you get blocked for half an hour trying to force it in and so come to writer a blog post about not being able to get the joke to work and pray when you go back into Word that you're able to move on without including the joke.

Okay, so maybe that's how I handle it.

edited or maybe I should give up and be sociable.

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