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, May 21, 2003
What It All Boils Down To Is...Who Cares?
Okay, so while I'm here and trying to remember how to write a bibliography...
Who's gonna win on the American Idol thing?