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.
Bukowski,
scribbling away
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Friday, October 11, 2002
I better drink up...
I'm going to go see The Creature From The Black Lagoon tonight. 3-D!!! It's right next to the beer garden and outside at the Fullerton Museum. This city has its moments at times. Hopefully I don't hurt myself.
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