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

Thursday, May 10, 2012

A few from the recent past

My library (well, not the one in my town, but the one I use most often) is still so damn cool.


A little of what I did this past weekend. Mmm, power tools and cars, I think I've done my mandatory Tim Allen quota for the year.


And just a reminder that it gets better, sunshine.
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