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, January 13, 2009
We have more bikes in the backyard than monthly visitors now.
C'mon, you're an adult, you don't have to say monthly visitors, you can say mentsrual cycles. (did I spell that right?)
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