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.
Thursday, February 18, 2021
Tiger, you hit the jackpot! Do you not see how well this 45 year-old prances with his elastic and ever-expanding Covid pantses?
Spideverse middle-aged Kevin jokes at this hour...
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