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.
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.