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.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Tasslehoff Burrfoot...
so you sit here STARING duh arghh what are we all doing wasting time and eating preservatives prolonging the inevitable ingesting empty calories getting fat full of nothing
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