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 - 15:32
yes, today is one of those days. when the round walls on this building seem more round, when emotions seem more honest, when i feel closer to myself, to who i would rather be than on every other day. the sun this morning, the REM in the afternoon, the wind while driving in my car, they lift me off the trivialities of my day, all these things that i don't care about, that i'm forced to spend my time on. will i find something which will satisfy me, will say that i've changed things today? or is it all just play that takes you away from the important parts of life? until then, i'll wait for these days, and hope i have some means of writing it down, of telling myself who i am, of finding more of my own heart, so hidden from even myself. but on days like this, the door is cracked, or i can tear off another few layers, climb in. something from there supports me, and it's strong, strong enough to work through the layers. what will it be like when i can see it? what will i be like?
8:57 PM
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