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.
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I'm entranced by your post title.
ReplyDeleteDreamily.
Or ... the island from Fjord of the Lies.
ReplyDeletei'm hating season 3.
ReplyDeleteYou said, "Island from Jurassic Park", do you mean Isla Sorna or Isla Nublar?
ReplyDeleteI really haven't had much sleep because of this...
Uh, read Parable. I don't care who you kill to get ahold of it, just READ IT.