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

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Holiday Playlist - Christmas in Prison

What can you say about John Prine… damn. I wish my stories had that power.


Alternatively, Jesus, the missing years.


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