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, March 12, 2009

And work and... what was the other part

So much to do, and the computer is acting up. Margle.

Six year old computers and multi tasking. Well that and a bunch of high end functions and things are getting locked up. Hope you're doing better.

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