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 16, 2004
Obi-Wan...
more smoke and then I think I'm done for.
Too much booze.
Listen to this http://www.audioblogger.com/media/27352/75545.mp3
And then feel happy that you weren't us last night.
Even though being totally drunk and hearing Henry Rollins DJing isn't too shabby.
goo seep.
eric magnus
victor von doom
john lyndon
scott summers
richard leakey
john edwards
emma frost
zeus
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