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

Monday, November 28, 2011

Pictures or it didn't happen

Okay, on the twitter feed I mentioned that I injured my knuckles installing this years decorations. For those of you who doubt the veracity of that claim, here is the picture.
I reinjured them this morning before I could put on bandages after my shower. Still hurts. And they bleed freely until I could put pressure on them.

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