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
August 25, 2002 - 07:18
the sunrise is full of fear, full of anxiety for all that anticipation, knowing i can't live up to the promise, some new day trash, as if i have to accomplish it all by the end. no, i don't like watching the sunrise, can't watch it without some kind of pain, too much expectation. i'd rather be sleeping through it, or have a cloudy morning where the light just comes on. i know it's just the world turning back towards the sun, that ist's just an illusion which makes it seem like a beginning when it's only a cycle. but i can't look at it that way; not when i see the sun at the horizon just having breached. where's that hope i had the night before? it's just the waking up that gets me, the understanding that i can't continue to sleep, that the places i need to go to are unfriendly and unwelcome but necessary. so the sun rises and knots my stomach, me not fearing the sun but the work and the place where i have to be. will i be able to relax when i don't have to be here anymore?
8:58 PM
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