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, June 04, 2003
tired of your city and think you've seen everything? bike around it at night, late, like 2:30, when nothing moves and the screech of your brakes seems like an ambulance siren. it's beautiful, all that stillness, the coolness in the air, the knowledge that so many are asleep while you're alive. you'll see different colors, as if someone changed your city while you were working too hard. it may surprise you how well the street lights work and the needlessness of a bike light. listen to the trains and the trash trucks, imagine the lives of all those people who just aren't around, maybe a nuclear holocaust that you're immune to, the rapture of every other religion but yours, everything frozen except for you. its' all new, all that you knew, new again.
3:48 AM
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