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, December 18, 2012

We're non-union labor

Because of the saccharine holiday music on the office muzak today, a small musical interlude for me.



Please stand behind the yellow safety line until the holiday comes to a complete and final halt.

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