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

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Linkee-poo is on the road again.

About to head back home from a very productive weekend. So, I don't have many.

It seems to be "show your work" week(s) on the writers blogs. Here's Jeff VanderMeer's contribution. And I think my scraps of paper are bad. Hey, at least you can read Jeff's handwriting.

Cue the global warming deniers in 3… 2… 1… (Grokked from Catherine Shaffer)

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