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, March 23, 2006
So Much Hair On His Palms, He was Chewbacca's Hand Model...
Jesus, work is boring.
Last time I did anything this repetitive, I was ten...and then couldn't touch it again for like, a week.