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, April 5, 2019

Probably no posting until Monday

Sorry, folks. At a family event. Not a lot of time to read online. Rest assured the president is still an addled dick with a bad comb-over and the conservative movement continues to try and drive this car into a ditch. Also general fuckery will happen, science will continue to astound and confound, and people will keep putting words into the void of the ether or generally dirtying the clean, white page.

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