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.
Friday, February 27, 2009
I was getting ready for work and sat down in my chair to put on my shoes and thought that I sat on my dog.
But then I remembered that I didn't have a dog anymore.