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.
Thursday, March 06, 2003
Getting Late...
I don't feel like turning into a dirty servant just yet...
So everybody list what KMD shite you accomplished...
The Grand Prize and the runner-up are waiting for ya' bee-yotch...
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