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.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Ponce DeLeon = Fountain Of Youth NOT Cortez, Self...
Even though I feel like I'm 92 years old - I'm glad that I look younger than you.
Oh, you have to approve the comments, what an old thing to do.
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