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.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Han Shoots First...
I have spent the last hour expanding on a very short story that I wrote before.
It seems like a lot more like The Star Wars SPECIAL EDITION to THE ORIGINALS