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, September 28, 2004
Pack It Up, Pack It In, Let Me Begin...
Yeah. Backed up my friend's truck into a lightpole on Saturday.
Nice as it gets...my life.
Sweeter and sweeter.
I think that I'm due for an accidental skydiving accident in which I kill a bunch of RED CROSS, NUNS, NATO, MADD, NNACP, GREENPEACE, KKK, ATF, CIA, VC, WKORP, NAFTA, X-MEN, FF, AVENGERS and helpless retarded children.
This is how my luck goes.
So.
It.
Goes.
And.
I.
Smile.
Rictus-like.
Angelic.
Demonic.
Hooked on Impulse Phonics.
This Is How My Luck Goes.
Sweeter and sweeter.
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