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, January 21, 2011
At Confusion
And in the bar, which Is actually the restaurant because the bar is under construction. His should make for an interesting dynamic. No longer can you grab people as they walk by. Stop in and say "hi."
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