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, September 11, 2003
I Never Write About Searches I've Found That Brought People To Fat Free Milk...
But this is seriously
one of the best things
that I've ever seen
and just about sums up
the majority of my writing, I think.
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