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.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Ear Noises...
Choosing not to write is sometimes the best way to express your feelings.
God DAMMMMMMIT, why didn't I read this yesterday????
ReplyDeleteOh. I guess it wasn't written yesterday. But still, it would have saved me a bushel of trouble.
...does anyone even know what a bushel is anymore? I sure don't.
are you going to start menstruating next? ahem.
ReplyDeleteIf you pay me to, yes.
ReplyDeleteSure, I visit Malone's blog for the first time in a month and it has to be the one with the menstruating comment!
ReplyDeleteBoz and I feel the same way.
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