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.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
My Car Smells Like Cat Pee Too...
It’d be convenient if I had a computer attached to my head. Then I could write about stuff while it was happening instead of sporadically firing away when time allowed.
But considering how much I fall down when I’m drinking – I guess my Head-Computer would be broken a lot.
I also never carry eggs or light bulbs in my pockets for this reason also.
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