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.
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Found In A Notebook...
Sometimes I'm jealous of the Helen Keller-types.
The deaf might have it easy because at least you know that the only voices that you're going to hear in your head are your own.