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, April 9, 2010

Story Bone

(mistyped in Twitter to friend - fixed before sending though)

No good dead goes unpunished.

2 comments:

sheila said...

Too bad it's not "No good deed goes unpublished."

We could use a lot more good news, instead of the negative stuff, highly sensationalized.

Steve Buchheit said...

Sheila, well, yeah. I would say "no bad deed goes unpublished" but that's what YouTube is for.