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.
Monday, October 26, 2015
I see this every day
this very moment
in the mirror
like slow-motion-Keanu/Neo Matrix moments
face-fucking every Ramones, Atari Teenage Riot and Slayer song at hummingbird speeds