Using my blog to try and make the world a better place. If I can help someone forget their troubles for a few minutes a day, it's all worth it.
1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream of warm impermanent sand. So the days flow through my eyes but still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Who would've known a wealthy gal like Mrs. Howell could be having so much fun stuck on an island with absolutely no hope of ever getting rescued. I'm not so sure I'd have been that happy. Or pleasant to be around.