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, December 1, 2008
Turn your geek light on
Courtesy of the "now a year older, but still better" Dan, some old timey cryptography. These are the things that make me squee.
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