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 23, 2005
No Amount Of Looking Around The Room...
will provide enough inspiration to warrant me spending more than five minutes writing on this thing. Okay. That's it. More like 30 seconds.
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