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...
Monday, March 10, 2008
Shiver Me Timbers...
My legs have been shaky all day I think they know something that the rest of my body doesn't I'm nervous for the future
1 comment:
I like this post. Curse the unknown future!
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