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.
Friday, October 11, 2013
These Sticks Of Mine...
I bought these in China Town. In Los Angeles. I'm having to soak them in hot water repeatedly to erase the stickers and the color off of them. I give up. I will use a fork. Or as my Vietnamese Mother pronounces? Poooohhharrrk. No play Pootbahhhlllll in tahhh Haaawwssseee!!!