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.
Friday, July 11, 2003
Damn Harpies Keep On Stealing My Food...
Now this is just getting ridiculous.
Time? What the hell?
Why you frontin?
Being all gangsta' and shit,
I'm gonna bust a cap in yo' ass.
Leave me alone.
Why the hell is it so late?