I just erased something that I've been writing for the last hour and a half. It was about keyboards and love and about Gollum from LoTR and how happy I am and how I love my life but this is all you get right now because somebody threw the hgisfasfaasfoihasfszzz preciouszzz in the preciouzssss - DUDE. What I wrote before this is gone now and I think was very sweet. I GUESS IF I AM TYPING HERE AT THIS LATE HOUR AND IN ALL LOUDY-LOUDY BUTT CAPS and IF YOU"RE READING THIS - Dude, DOOD - besides losing what I just wrote for the last 90 minutes? Things are FABULOUS and I couldn't be any happier, YOU and THIS LIFE is PRECIOUS, My Preciousssssss......be well and I LOVE you ALL. Be good and be well.
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
Sunday, May 02, 2021
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna buy a ticket to ride
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
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Sing this song for the people I meet
And get along with it all
Go where the people say "y'all"
Sing a song with a friend
And get along with it all
Go where the people say "y'all"
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I'm in,
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 back in the game,
And start playin' again
I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again
Might go to somewhere that I've never been
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Get used to bein' alone
Change the words to this song
And start singin' again
Change the words to this song
And start singin' again
I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for
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
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
Takes to get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again, when I know what to say
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin' again, when I know what to say
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna buy a ticket to ride
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
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
Sing my song for the people I meet
And get along with it all
Where the people say "y'all"
Feed the pigeons some clay
And get along with it all
Where the people say "y'all"
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
Start talkin' again
When I know what to say
Start talkin' again
When I know what to say
John Prine was a kind soul
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
Sunday, April 25, 2021
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