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, February 26, 2007
ATM, Comic Book Store, Get Paint, Get Shelves...
Been sick, feverish, eyes tired, muscles aching, frustrated not being able to do anything productive.
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