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.
Tuesday, September 06, 2022
Wednesday, August 24, 2022
Wednesday, June 08, 2022
HOW DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?
I was going to show Beezus my Instacart order from today that did not get placed because of Universe Butt.
Saturday, May 28, 2022
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