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.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
My Swiss-Army Knife...
All I care about is going to the comic book store after work today.
That's it.
Oh, and calling my mother. I havent talked to her, in like, a year or two.
I have to, after seeing the Danny guy from The Real World crying after his mom kicked the bucket last night.
Yes, I watch bad television.
Yes, that gives me guilt.
Now, is it the quality of the television that I'm watching make me feel guilty or is the guilt inspired by the subject matter of the bad television that I'm watching?
What?
I don't know. Forget it.
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