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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Thursday, January 16, 2003
there's supposed to be a hawk flying for me tomorrow. well, maybe i'll be around for the hawk, in case he needs some luck. i certainly wouldn't mind seeing a hawk tomorrow, so i'll keep my eyes open for it. of course, if i looked hard enough every day, would i always see a hawk? i used to see unicorns all the time, it felt like, little bits of beauty most people were passing by. Even when I told them about the unicorn, they just stared, either blind to it or uncaring. I guess I still see them here and there, the steam from the brewery, the pink and mauve in the sky driving to work this week.
unicorns, hawks, puddles that reflect the sky. goodness.
4:13 PM
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