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
September 19, 2002 - 23:24
maybe life is just too much, like all those purple and grey clouds today, t he blues and whites, like high school kids milling about after lunch, before the next hour, flirting and chatting, wandering, changing, growing.
i can't even write about it any more. my fingers want to do more than write. they want to run over some hot guy's back, working through the muscles, feeling those parts of him that so few people know, analyzing his life through his back, all the tension and pain he tries to hide from everyone, an open book to my fingers. then my fingers could work t hrough it, could release some of this energy on some productivity. and he would like it, until i got turned on enough that i couldn't help but give him a peck on the back, on the neck, . . .
i can't even calm myself down to say what's all in my head. meshelle ndgecello, the coming fall, the moon outside, the steam blowing from the generators, the drive home tonight, the climbing in my bed, the cooking thai food tomorrow, or hopefully the time spent in a church, thinking praying, wondering about my future even though there's no time because i must start with some errands tomorrow. maybe i'll even set an alarm. when i get lots of sleep, this happens, my life grows, and i love more t han i can handle.
8:53 PM
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