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, October 22, 2003
Hey Hey Hey...
Dwayne is crying on Raj's shoulder.
Even Shirley's sad too.
Dee isn't because she's a scheming, little bitch.