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.
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
If these are the end of times then this is the beginning of them because I'm talking about it right now.
So, if I continue to talk about the end of times and you continue to read what I'm writing about THE END, then an END will never happen as long as you keep on reading what I write, right?