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, February 18, 2009
The District Sleeps Tonight..
I just started to write three totally different things and saved them all for later.
I forwarded your email to dvl. Lunch seems like a good plan. We'll let dvl figure out the schedule.
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