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.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Kafka Has A Posse...
I'm finding it very hard to write or to get motivated for much recently.
summeritis.
ReplyDeletewanna talk about it over shots & beers?
DVL! Yes! Introduce me to all of your famous LA/Hollywood friends that need writers! Yes.
ReplyDeleteTry coffee and porn -- that'll keep you up (no pun intended)!
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