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, May 26, 2009
KRS 6
It's nice to help people write to lead them along to encourage talented people to help them do the things that I battle with every day
I have three readers minus one. It's not all about that. Thanks for thinking and talking about my brain. I like your brain too.
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