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, April 17, 2004
it's the last ten seconds of techno songs that i hate. the part where the vocals and the harmonies have faded away into the beat, the crass, loud, and monotonous beat. that's what i was just enjoying? those are the bones underneath? how was i so fooled? how could i not have noticed the simplicity, the lack of creativity?
one of my favorite depeche mode songs, stripped, talks about taking you, his lover, away to the woods for an hour, no television telling what you to do, to wear, to think. no apartment telling you to clean it, no clothes, no makeup, just you, the incredibly interesting and unendingly complicated you.
when i am old, and only have a few seconds left to play on my track, i hope i'm more than just the basic beat of my heart, hope that i'm still full of mystery and intrigue, full of layers and experience. then people will know i was not just a show, not someone who took in what role models gave me but who gathered life up myself, braided it into my life, so that stripped, i am more me than i ever could have been.
2:20 PM
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