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, May 04, 2012
I don't really think
that you know what I'm doing
my fear is that
before that you know how much better that I've made things
that you'll be gone before you see it