words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Monday, September 23, 2002
2002-08-10 - 12:38 p.m.
peaches, peaches, oh my peaches! what magic to eat a summer peach on an empty stomach! it fills me with sweet sugar, that makes me want to jump and dance and sing and fidget! i start laughing at nothing because i have these crazy urges in me and nothing to set them to. all from a peach, this fuzzy fruit that used to hang so delicately off of a tree, with a rock in the middle that looks like it's withered away in the hot sun like a raisin. i remember when my dad used to stick his peach pits in my mother's bathing suit and she wouldn't notice for hours. don't ask me how that was possible. it was cruelty, that's all. i must look silly, smiling and smiling, but what else can i do? i've just eaten a peach.
August 25, 2002 - 14:08
my canines are particularly sharp today. all the better to eat granola bars with.
peaches are the best sugar high i've ever had. when i'm hungry and eat a peach, a few minutes later and i'm giggling at the color on the wall. it lifts up my stomach to the point of elation, whips my head into a frantic search for some reason to laugh because it's going to come no matter what i do, might as well find something to laugh at. there have been times when it took only one bite from a peach to get me laughing.
8:59 PM
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