I am forever changed by knowing you.
My heart has grown.
I grow stronger everyday.
And hopefully, you'll want to hire a team of workers to transport what's inside of me now to wherever you may happen to be later in life.
If you'll still have me then.
I love you.
Even more now.
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.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
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