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.
Friday, September 15, 2017
YOU ALWAYS LOOKED DUMB IN THAT PHARELL HAT......
Why do we listen to the sad and depressing music playlists more than the happy ones?