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.
Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Why haven't I seen The Two Towers yet?
I don't know.
But I do know that I am now done with my Christmas paintings.
I'm the man. Now tell me not to mess with them anymore.