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 23, 2009

WIP

Chapter 27 in at 1150 words. At the end we find one of the main characters has died. Now we have some reasons to get all medieval on the bad guys asses. Counter updated.

Last night had a line come to me, didn't write it down. Can't remember it now. Damn. Don't do that.

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