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.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Hey Kid...
One day you'll grow up.
One day you'll have an important moment of clarity that spirals through your brain and explodes outward through your heart.
The newly-found, diamond-like focus that suddenly envelops your eyes will cause them to well up with tears because what you've just learned is so, so beautiful...
You grew up...
You finally get it.
And now you're too old to do anything about, kid.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Raoul Duke: There's a uh, big machine in the sky, some kind of, I dunno, electric snake, coming straight at us.
Dr. Gonzo: Shoot it.
Raoul Duke: Not yet, I want to study its habits.
Yesterday's Hippies call other people "Hippies" now.
Think about this...REALLY.
Dr. Gonzo: Shoot it.
Raoul Duke: Not yet, I want to study its habits.
Yesterday's Hippies call other people "Hippies" now.
Think about this...REALLY.
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