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.
11/09/10
When
We
Are
US y'know?
You and me?
We
Are
Kind of
Sorta
Goddamn cool. Cool!
Goddamn! Right?
Sorta.
Kind of. Right?
Are we...me and you...
y'know...
are we -
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