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.
I know. I'm blogging in my mind from now on. It's cheap and founding this new MIND BLOGGING company is not so reliant on Angel Investors. I win. Yay for me. I'm so happy. Wheee. Look at my smile. Take a picture. Kill me, please.
I didn't forget it. It's in my glove compartment.
ReplyDeleteThe two of us need to reinvent blogging.
ReplyDeleteI know. I'm blogging in my mind from now on. It's cheap and founding this new MIND BLOGGING company is not so reliant on Angel Investors. I win. Yay for me. I'm so happy. Wheee. Look at my smile. Take a picture. Kill me, please.
ReplyDeleteReally.
ReplyDeleteIs his name David?
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