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.
12/15/07
12/14/07
Egg...
Everything that I wished for before I now have
and everything I now have is nothing compared to what I had.
and everything I now have is nothing compared to what I had.
12/05/07
Alto...
I collect brilliant scraps of life
like you do tickets
I'll start writing my shit down when
you learn how to FUCKING drive
like you do tickets
I'll start writing my shit down when
you learn how to FUCKING drive
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