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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Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Time shortens, night lengthens,
light plays, steam escapes,
highways flow like rivers and
corn stalks bend towards ground
under the fall's grey clouds.
Tell me i'm not a secret anymore, that I can walk in the open without the fear i've always had but instead with the confidence of a madman, saying what I feel I need to say. Speech is liberty, and we all know what to choose without liberty.
Anyone can say nothing matters, give up and stop trying. But maybe everything matters, and we don't know how to comprehend everything. All of it, every news report, every stinky baby, every morning. I hate to say it, the sacred and the mundane entertwine together, the double helix. somehow it matters. we have to figure it out, and not let it drown us.
6:14 PM
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