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, November 14, 2005
That Means You, India...
Next time I'm on here, I'm going to ask all of my creepy lurkers to tell me who they are. Foreigners, of course, creep me out even more than my usual gang of piggy Americans. Prostitutes intrigue me also.
just spent the last couple hours reading all these words, sentences, lettersandpunctuationandposts I'm not sad I spent that much time iwanttoknowyourlifestory
just spent the last couple hours reading all these words, sentences, lettersandpunctuationandposts
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iwanttoknowyourlifestory
Whoa! Awesome and thank you. A couple is hours is a lot of time. I hope you found some god stuff amidst the fart jokes. GOOD - not God.
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