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.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Ghost Rider Versus Jack Sprat Versus The Haiti Kid...
I can't wait for a horrible tragedy to happen to me -
So, that I can truly appreciate how wonderful life is right now.