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 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.
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