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.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
In the earlier part of the decade, my grandmother had pictures similar to the above in her guest room. I always found them to be mildly disturbing in some vague sort of way that I couldn't put my finger on; maybe because they all seem so, I don't know, evil, perhaps...