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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Saturday, July 05, 2003
I love it when someone comes banging on your door when you're fast asleep, looking to beat up the previous occupant of your apartment. it's such a delicious wake-up call. they're at least a year late, since i've been here that long. funny, though, i was hoping it was the UPS man. hopefully, there's a package coming for me next week. but it was just some mean tough lady who got to see my bed head. which is pretty spectacular at the moment. if you want to see it, just knock quietly on the door. i'll still hear you, but i won't be emotionally disturbed, remembering the banging on doors during basic training nine years ago, around 5:30, right after the sun rose. sometimes i would wake up beforehand, hear the birds chirping, and then hear it down the hall, whistles blowing, people screaming, doors banging, just waiting for my personal door-banging. it was worst though when they woke you out of a dream about being yelled at. the relief of realizing it was a dream evaporates when you start to hear them yell.
10:28 AM
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