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, March 04, 2006
Brokeback Mountain: Starring Lenny And George From Of Mice And Men...
You know, I really wouldn't mind the whole-fuck-it-I'll-just-save-my-money-and-buy-a-small-piece-of-land-in-Colorado-or-Wyoming-and-live-on-a-ranch-thing.
A small place.
Open areas. Ominous clouds on the horizon. A couple of horses wearing sweaters.
A monkey ranch hand family to do all of the chores.
Zombies to help maintain the banana groves.
Pens of small children to feed to the zombies.
You know - nice. Peaceful.
Just a simple ranch filled with clothed horses, monkeys and zombies.
Relaxing.
Away from society.
A break from normal life.
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