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, December 11, 2003
i put down my rat, Susie, tonight. She had a large tumor and wasn't moving much. I think it was best, and a friend of mine did the work of relieving her. i dont' know what to feel about it, just a loss. a small loss, yes. i won't exaggerate and say she was my favorite pet ever, or that she meant so much to me. but, well, the fact that i had to put her to sleep is the worst, that she didn't just die on her own, because it was her time, but that i had to step in and make a decision to take her life. i don't doubt that I made a wrong decision, but just regret having to make it. maybe you don't realize, but rats are intelligent enough to have a personality, and she was quite different from my last one, who i got along with a lot better. susie was reclusive, as i often am, a little scared to be touched. i recognize that i could have held her more often, and she might have been different, but i imagine she still would have developed the tumor. well, death is never pretty, even if it's something small. i'll miss her, her fuzzy body, her whiskers, her thrill over food cuttings i gave her, her licking my finger, just her being there in my apartment, waiting for me.
12:10 AM
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