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

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Break on through to the other side

Okay, so, on Chapter 38 (or 41). Closing in on the final battle. So close, so close. However, I have broken through my updated word count goal. Whoopie! And now is the time on Sprokets were we go out to dinner.

And then we'll dance. But only on the inside.

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