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.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Was hard to get rid off.
but the thousands of nerdy, ding-dong comic books that I'm trying to sort out in alphabetical order and that are cluttering every square inch of my living room -