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.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Accomplishments...
I can now honestly say that I have had a beer while watching two friends get married on a cruise ship. Nice. I have been constantly drunk since Friday morning. I need to sleep.
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