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.
Friday, May 14, 2021
“We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!”
Sunday, May 02, 2021
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna buy a ticket to ride
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
And get along with it all
Go where the people say "y'all"
Sing a song with a friend
And get back in the game,
And start playin' again
I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Change the words to this song
And start singin' again
Answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle with memories just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again, when I know what to say
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
And get along with it all
Where the people say "y'all"
Feed the pigeons some clay
Start talkin' again
When I know what to say
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
Sunday, April 25, 2021
Saturday, April 24, 2021
rEPoStInG iS lAzY!!! yAy!!!
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Thursday, April 08, 2021
Sometimes I'm only posting stuff like this because I'm lazy or if I'm being lazy.
Wednesday, March 31, 2021
HOW TO MEDITATE by JK
— lights out —
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
I hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance — Healing
all my sicknesses — erasing all — not
even the shred of a “I-hope-you” or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it out, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes — and
with joy you realize for the first time
“Thinking’s just like not thinking —
So I don’t have to think
any
more”
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
Monday, March 22, 2021
IH
Thursday, March 18, 2021
Finding Söze.
Thursday, March 11, 2021
Monday, March 01, 2021
NOT PENNY'S BOAT
Saturday, February 27, 2021
My like is pickle-flavored. That sounded weird.
Doritos should truly be like, not a one night stand but kinda like a friends with benefits thing because DORITOS AND I SHOULD NOT BE DATING. AT ALL. #anyflavor