I'm scared of waking you up?
That's supposed to come after.
I need a garage.
Or Roald Dahl's Man Cave.
Look it up.
That's supposed to come after.
I need a garage.
Or Roald Dahl's Man Cave.
Look it up.
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.