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.
in rooming houses.
A river always flowing.
I am the nightmare of stagnancy
And the god of imagination.
I'm just tired
Full Of Poo...
Saturday, April 21, 2012
make beats in the background
filled with woe
woo and whoa and wring and waste
our will, wants and wishes
until we're beat