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 the god of imagination.
I'm just tired
Full Of Poo...
Friday, January 13, 2012
my toes are freezing
my Bizarro muscles are sore
I don't know what I'm doing tonight