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, August 10, 2004
Gwen Stacey's Broken Neck...
I promise to not hurt myself at the pool party tomorrow.
I've had a pretty decent gouge in my right arm from the last one a couple of weeks ago. It has looked nasty and I'm glad it's almost fully healed. With my luck, I'll probably mess up the other one.
Never get drunk and do anything that involves water, people.
Not with Water People. I mean, in the water.
Definitely DO get drunk with Water People if you ever encounter any.
Mermaids and Mermen might be cool to party with.
Especially Mermaids.
Just hope that they don't smell like fish.
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