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

Saturday, December 15, 2018


Two photos:

:: in a French accent :: Is good to be the King.

The 16th century was so genteel.

"We now present for your edification and entertainment, Hannibal Crossing the Alps, with elephant, shooting balls of fire, and people fighting for your pleasure."

No comments: