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, July 11, 2005
Rivers Cuomo...
I will only allow myself to play Texas Hold Em' once a month from now on.
I can only afford to suck horribly at things every so often as oppossed to my regular routine.
But even typing this makes me want to play even more.
Yet, poor people shouldn't gamble. Apparently I haven't learned this yet.
I suck at a lot of things.
But, yet, writing about things that I suck at...seems to be my forte.
Would I rather have words in the place place of good luck, winnings and sense of luck-dodging accomplishment?
No.
I am the best WORST poker player ever.
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