This is what happens when the eggs of ideas are wrapped in the sausage of metaphor and deep fried in the hot grease of collective effort.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Today's Poem
(sing to tune of your favorite song)
Impermanent, as a wisp of coffee Impermanent, that's what I want to be be be Impermanent, as a pretty, sunny day Impermanence, you know it's here to stay
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