I don't know how I'll get rid of all of this stuff.
Not the writing, but all of the crap that I have in this place before I move soon. And when I'm in my new place...I'll be writing about not knowing to do with the stuff that I have there.
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, October 18, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Fear Retardant
wear your galoshes
your condoms
invest in bullets
and the great hope
roll up your sleeves
hope for the best
there's work to be done
your condoms
invest in bullets
and the great hope
roll up your sleeves
hope for the best
there's work to be done
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