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 23, 2004
Victor Von Doom And Reed Richards...
Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick...
Sometimes, I hate THE INTERNET. Waste of damn time.
Sometimes, I'm really glad I did it, and sometimes - not.
and sometimes, you realize that half of the stuff you say is meaningless and stupid, but the other half just might be a mark of genius to the retarded.
Al Gore may have created it - but I'm intent on destroying it.
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