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, October 24, 2005
And His Brother Gandalf...
Dude. Full on just saw a guy's paperwork and his name is...Merlin.
Fucking Merlin.
He's married too.
Can you imagine being married to Merlin?
What's their house look like?
Does he ever get ID'd at Rennaisance Fairs? Or maybe Medieval Times?
Merlin. So awesome. Or so mean, I don't know.
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