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, October 31, 2003
Who You Callin' Spook, Peckerwood?...
Big day tomorrow.
God, I miss Bob's Big Boy.
No I don't.
You're invited, you know.
I can't tell you what I'm going as because it's supposed to be a surprise.