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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Wednesday, April 16, 2003
the clouds hid the angry sun while driving to work, my windows down, the best way to enjoy the little hair i now have on my head. the cure's doing the unstuck played from a tape i found in the basement reminding me to let go of so much (tear out the pages and all the bad news, pull down the mirorrs, pull down the walls), passing the forest after east st louis, the first hill in illinois which was bare when i left and is now full with early green and white and purple, those sprightly spring colors dancing in the newness. the clouds around the sun bent and curved like eyelashes framing the light from an unseen eye. this is where i have to be; this is where i am. i will celebrate in what i can.
8:02 AM
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