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gurdonarkDriving to work listening to the 4 track DIY tape,
typing documents while Keith Emerson's keyboard stylings wander about (I believe that's "Little Rock Getaway" going now), thinking of writing a poem based on a conversation I had last night ("so you've lived here 14 years...but you don't *really* live in Dallas), posting on the hypnos.com board on important issues of the day (which sells better, dark ambient or light ambient;do you prefer mustard or mayonaisse will no doubt be next for me in my journalistic zeal);
the air has that breezy late March chill, like
the breath of God circulating across the waters, bringing all to life; reading journals at random at dawn--my goodness, high school; putting together a transparent corruplast with a photo behind it for ana k, whom I drew on
postcardx; reading Duncan's Sheik's first CD lyric sheet, barely breathing, chancing across someone's journal who quotes it by chance a day later,
resonating inside with that line "I could stay here waiting/fool for another day/but I don't believe it's worth the price/the price that I would pay/but I'm thinking it over, anyway", and remembering myself at 22; worrying about a sibling matter; trading e mails with another sibling at dawn; watching a three tiered small kite soar overhead, wondering whether tofu beef jerky is in my future....
typing documents while Keith Emerson's keyboard stylings wander about (I believe that's "Little Rock Getaway" going now), thinking of writing a poem based on a conversation I had last night ("so you've lived here 14 years...but you don't *really* live in Dallas), posting on the hypnos.com board on important issues of the day (which sells better, dark ambient or light ambient;do you prefer mustard or mayonaisse will no doubt be next for me in my journalistic zeal);
the air has that breezy late March chill, like
the breath of God circulating across the waters, bringing all to life; reading journals at random at dawn--my goodness, high school; putting together a transparent corruplast with a photo behind it for ana k, whom I drew on
postcardx; reading Duncan's Sheik's first CD lyric sheet, barely breathing, chancing across someone's journal who quotes it by chance a day later,
resonating inside with that line "I could stay here waiting/fool for another day/but I don't believe it's worth the price/the price that I would pay/but I'm thinking it over, anyway", and remembering myself at 22; worrying about a sibling matter; trading e mails with another sibling at dawn; watching a three tiered small kite soar overhead, wondering whether tofu beef jerky is in my future....
