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, April 10, 2006
Fat Free Judas...
Sometimes days just start out totally sucky. There is no guarantee that the day will get any better. There is only the guarantee that drinking will make all of this go away by midnight.
I decided that the world can neatly be divided into two groups of people. Those who make me laugh and those who I want to hit in the head with a shovel.
See what happens when you quit drinking? You spend all your beer money on shovels.
I decided that the world can neatly be divided into two groups of people. Those who make me laugh and those who I want to hit in the head with a shovel.
ReplyDeleteSee what happens when you quit drinking? You spend all your beer money on shovels.
just a spoonful of whiskey makes the bullshit go down...
ReplyDeletesing it with me...
Listen to some Pogues and everything will be ok.
ReplyDeleteI love everybody. Well, no - just all of you.
ReplyDeleteDrinking......it's not just for breakfast anymore.
ReplyDeletegoddamn. i love. drinking.
ReplyDelete