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, October 20, 2003
Crab A Locker Fishwife Pornographic Priestess Boy You Been A Naughty Girl You Let Your Knickers Down....
Off to Home Depot to buy a new back door,
because I accidentally kicked a hole through mine on Saturday night.