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

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

For I have sinned against the gods of design and must to ablutions for absolution

There's a big program going on at work

Well, first up. My sin.

Yes, I have used Zapfino to set sappy text. For this I will be punished by serving time in PowerPoint purgatory, I'm sure.

But, there is a good side. I also got to do this.

(text reads, "You message was spot on, but your delivery was…")

The good and the bad at the day thing.

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