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
Zombies are the new hoboes...
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.
LIKE.
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