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, October 18, 2013

Re: my party and crying et al.

The new class of Viable Paradise graduates has made it through the horror that is "Thursday Night." An my friends are at the lake. I miss them all.

Me? I'm working at home slicing together a video for the day job. Will be cleaning it up tomorrow. I can barely stand the excitement.

1 comment:

Mer said...

We miss you too, Steve.