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...
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Enter Presentation Mode...
Urgh. This laptop burns my kneetops. Just saying.
I need some Bengay
for my knees-ay
just to do writing-ay today-ay.
4 comments:
I just made both of us dumber by writing this.
Haha the post didn't make me laugh, but the comment did. I needed a smile, thanks.
Personally I feel enriched.
We all win!
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