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
Monday, April 16, 2018
Sorry
Very busy day with meetings at both jobs and attempting to get all this shitload of work done. Probably no other posting until later tonight at the earliest, possibly not until tomorrow. Sorry. I know it was an eventful weekend.
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