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.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Jibjab...
Woke up early and went to see over 200 human bodies dissected in various states and put on artistic and medical display. A pregnant corpse with an eight month old fetus in her belly, a horse skinned, brains, intestines, nerves, muscles...I saw a man made of tissue holding up his body's skin.
I climbed a rock wall.
I pedaled a bike across a wire on the second story of a building. I tried to tip the bike so that I would fall in the net below me, but I had counterbalancing and science against me.
I ate Ethiopian food in downtown L.A.
I slept through traffic.
I heard John Kerry speak.
I read comics.
Played Star Wars Galaxies.
Hung out with friends.
Now I will play Poker.
Then I will sleep.
And dream of demons eating my flesh.
Viva Las Ras A Ghul...
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