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.
Bukowski,
scribbling away
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Enders Game...
I had a joke about low gravity, dropping things on your foot and The International Space Station - but I lost it. I think it was lame anyway.
me again, sorry life kinda overtook my blog reading time...so, I'm in London, been here over a year, working in publishing, about to go home to Oz...still want those twizzlers (actually got my fill when i was in montreal). Glad to see the ol' die hards are still at it tho.
me again, sorry life kinda overtook my blog reading time...so, I'm in London, been here over a year, working in publishing, about to go home to Oz...still want those twizzlers (actually got my fill when i was in montreal). Glad to see the ol' die hards are still at it tho.
ReplyDeleteYeah - I'm still around. I can't get rid of me. Also, I DO think of you everytime I see Twizzlers and feel like an ass for not sending any. Email me!
ReplyDeletefatfreemilk@gmail.com