
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.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Enders Game...
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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 the god of imagination. Not really... I'm just tired And Full Of Poo...

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.
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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.
Yeah - 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!
fatfreemilk@gmail.com
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