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.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
I Find Guilty Pleasure In Knowing Her Parents Are Coming Home...
I'm waiting to hear about this nerd-blog. And my friend just asked me, "If you're a Sith do you go to hell?"
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