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

Friday, March 16, 2012

Linkee-poo is missing in action

Because I had to go out to get lunch, and with the various projects at work demanding my time, linkee-poo will be late, if at all, today.

Alligator Quotient: There has to be an invisible sun.

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