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, March 10, 2008
Shiver Me Timbers...
My legs have been shaky all day I think they know something that the rest of my body doesn't I'm nervous for the future
I like this post. Curse the unknown future!
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