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, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Kyle Was Right...
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
So Sweet...
Thursday, September 20, 2007
He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her...
Which one are you?
The one I miss now?
Or the one I loved before?
The one I miss now?
Or the one I loved before?
Monday, September 17, 2007
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