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, June 1, 2012
The tally
Only 2100 words for Thursday. Maybe half of which will be good. That's bad. Hopefully Friday will be better. Must be less distracted by…
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