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.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
I can't sleep. I don't care. Don't judge me. I just can't go to bed right now. I hate the keyboard on this computer even though it's the best computer that I've ever had. I'm better than I've ever been but right now I'm hitting everything HARD. The Setupsconflictsandresolutions. They're killing me, Larry.
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