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, December 21, 2010
Oh My.
Thank Gandalf. I got this back. It went away. bksafdjkbffasnmsaf,mnfsa
Il semble que vous soyez un expert dans ce domaine, vos remarques sont tres interessantes, merci.
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Je vous remercie. Je pense?
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