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.
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
The Hills Are Alive...
I'm a little bit worried. Today, I gave the bored security guy outside of my bank the only source of reading material that I had in my car - an US magazine with J-lo on the cover, AND last night I rented The Sound Of Music and was singing like Julie Andrews all day at work.
A little bit worried?
More like a little bit gay, I think.
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