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.
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.