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.
Saturday, October 10, 2020
ideadump2
If Superman was there to protect the planet but human flesh gave him his powers instead.of our sun.
Friday, October 09, 2020
Wednesday, October 07, 2020
this will replace THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID...
SPACE ALIENS is my new answer to every question from now on.
From NOW ON.
This makes no sense and is not funny.
Typing my Fat Free Milk posts via phone is seeming to be a bad idea.
Tuesday, October 06, 2020
Saturday, October 03, 2020
Hi.
Just saw an old buddy of 20 years. I was passing out new business cards with my name and Don Knotts' face on it tonight at my friend's bar and he's celebrating his wedding with family.
But......DON KNOTTS.
On my business card.
DON KNOTTS.
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