The Story of INK

What's happened HERE you see is that ink has come cascading down a small figure in a tub and as a result the ink got agitated and bubbly; as the hours passed the bubbles settled and moved away from the area of conflict towards the calmer outlying area, creating a bumpy ink skin on the surface of this bathwater that's changing always, as if there were no other option. The resignation to change rings annoyingly in the ears of many reticent losers today (Nov 5th), and the losers'd do better by taking a look at the fall colors outside their windows, colors almost gone, and they'd do well by saying they'll learn to cope with their loss of color, and trying hard to mean what they say, and shedding a tear for their solidarity as it bursts diffuse into the sky of opportunity that they've created for themselves and can still be happy to look up into, because it is bright and it is blue and it smells a little different but it's not going to curdle your milk any less than it did yesterday.