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.
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Saturday, January 07, 2023
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
Stargazing...
I really
don't want
to write anything right now
because sometimes when I write
it makes my eyebrows hurt.
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