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.
It's so funny because I've always expected a bouquet of "Edible Arrangements" or at least a gift card from Bed, Bath and Beyond in an overly-packed box. Not Gweneth Paltrow's HEAD.
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this is a funny movie...
It's so funny because I've always expected a bouquet of "Edible Arrangements" or at least a gift card from Bed, Bath and Beyond in an overly-packed box. Not Gweneth Paltrow's HEAD.
whatamigoingtodowiththatshit
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