I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.
My fingers are Santa's little helpers.
My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments.
I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn.
Sisyphus, sweating uphill.
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Monday, November 04, 2002
Hmmm...Time Is Passing...
Look what I just found. Not the best interview-not the worst though.
Geez, I didn't know what I was doing-give me a break, punk! 1996? Wow.