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, June 16, 2003
Super - Absorbant...
The word, " Tampax " just sounds dirty doesn't it? Or violent?
"Don't make me Tampax you!"
"I'm gonna kick you in the Tampax!"
"This is my aunt Tampax."
"I slept with a whore in Tijuana and she gave me the Tampax."
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