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, November 09, 2010
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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