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
We want to be more,
more than just our own time.
We want to cause events;
we should be the beginning or the end,
never a dot in the middle.
We want control and power and ecstasy,
as if it belonged to us;
our daydream worlds recognize us,
Laud our abilities and ideas
or else they cannot see our greatness.
Who is content to be who they are?
People have told us since we were young,
You will mean something;
people will listen and know you.
We believed these plans, easily.
Maybe if we were more,
more than our dreams,
we would be enough.
yes, enough.
but nobody ever stops craving.
Then we can do nothing but love,
which is never more nor less,
which was, and is, and will be.
we must find love to satisfy,
to relieve our wanting.
11:42 PM
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