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 29, 2002 - 12:42
the sun this morning, oh the sun this morning. it's been dim the past week, with that misty haze covering it, so befitting of August, even though we haven't had the heat to go along with it. maybe you saw it, it was peachy-orange like a tropical fish swimming in the morning blue. i passed over the big hill on 64, and the sun seemed to have past the early haze. it glowed now, more like a lava lamp, overflowing with a warm orange about to spill out, an egg-yolk consistency. it shrunk as it rose, gained it's brightness, too much for our eyes. you'd think it were more than what it is. it's just the sun rising, just the sun rising every day, over and over.
8:57 PM
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