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.
Monday, February 24, 2003
Damn. What Was The Title Of My Post Before?...
Something happened. Everything's gone. Sucks, doesn't it? It wasn't that important anyway.
I said that I didn't want to clean the bathroom.
I want to continue reading Spiderman comics and drinking beer.
I want to be on a beach.
And then when I go to sleep.
Gnomes will come get me a blanket, clean up my mess, and leave me new comics and beer in the morning.
That's all that I said. Was that so bad? It wasn't even a good post.
But I liked it.
Okay, here it goes...
Take two.
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