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.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
As Far As This Last Year Goes...
I want this next one to be totally Boo Radley as opposed to this years horrific Liberace naked jumping into a pool.
HNY malone.
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ReplyDeletedork quit crying in your fat free milk
ReplyDeletewhy did you leave a link to your blog on my desktop if it is going to be so boring? Do you know who this is?
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