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, December 13, 2011
Enter Presentation Mode...
Urgh. This laptop burns my kneetops. Just saying.
I need some Bengay
for my knees-ay
just to do writing-ay today-ay.
I just made both of us dumber by writing this.
ReplyDeleteHaha the post didn't make me laugh, but the comment did. I needed a smile, thanks.
ReplyDeletePersonally I feel enriched.
ReplyDeleteWe all win!
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