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

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Duty and Obligation



I debated being an agent of chaos, but in the end kept my registration intact. Plus, I know all the poll workers by first names. On the plus side, the guy in front of me was R, and his was the 4th R ballot. I was the 7th D ballot.

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