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, November 3, 2008
Story Bone
Mis-overheard:
"Here I am drinking grape juice and you're saying it interacts with poltergeists?"
Yeah, that's gotta go somewhere (along with a divergence on "haint blue" and how grape juice ain't haint blue).
2 comments:
I'm totally with you on this, one Steve. I've gotta ask the herbal woman about this one when I go down to the hills this summer. Interesting.
Cool, Rick. I wonder if there's a Kool-Aid flavor that's Haint Blue, and if that would do anything?
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