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.
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
You ever think that Spiderman has to cut
web-slinging or a fight short due to a intestinal emergency?
Those microwave burrito's will kill ya.
Do you think he carries a travel pack of tissues with him?