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
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The John Scalzi Project
Oh sure, this may get me even more work at Viable Paradise, but what the hell, it's for a free book!
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Two posts, exactly same language, yep, it's spam. Gone. If I'm wrong let me know in comments.
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