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 the god of imagination.
I'm just tired
Full Of Poo...
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Regarding Chewbacca's Inability To Speak Human And His Deep Feelings Toward Han Solo...
He would've said to Princess Leia, " Bitch! The man is mine!"
I think that Chewy would be the ultimate sexual partner because he functions as both a lover AND a blanket.