This Might be an Occasion to Bring my Inhaler, if I Knew Where the Fuck it had Gone.
EDIT: I just read this http://elmer-j.livejournal.com/49902.html and I thought it was worth mentioning that in six days I will have been going out with one of those girls for seven months. If I had been born twelve months earlier, I would be moving in with her in twenty-one days.
Music has a profound effect on me. It has a profound effect on everybody. But I think it's different with me. It has to do with my memory. My memory is at once The Shit and shit. Don't ask me to explain. I just had to delete three sprawling, substance-less paragraphs on the topic. In any case there are these things. They're somewhere between philosophies, memories, emotions, and fictions. I believe that somewhere in these webs of recollection, I can find who I really am.
Kimya Dawson, in particular, brings out the best in me. A lot of times I think that the world is constantly pulling me away from who I really am, who I am when I listen to Kimya. Here are some things I think of when I listen to Kimya:
Megh wearing a Hoodie, The Wall, falling in love with Anne in the Coffeeshop, Cocoa shell mulch in my garden in Rochester, Poppies in that same garden, going to college, Soapboxes, making a commune with my friends, watching Futurama at Mindy's, hanging at Georgie's with Phil during the Apple Harvest, smoking in the mudroom with Chris, peasant thrift, American wastefulness, Smash Bros. with Randy and Sami, My dad's little ways to conserve resources, my Uncle Jim, futons, weed, the good things Jesus said, the moon at Camp Calumet, Bicycles painted green, ex-military purses, used clothing, adjusting clothing, holes in walls, coffeeshops, Arcimage, Mich cooking, Ephraim Julian DeJesus, browns, the pictures I use in my layout, living with Anne.
These are some things I know.
When I'm angry, I ride my bike in one direction until I can't ride anymore, then when I come back I'm okay.
My favorite flavors are cinnamon, vanilla, black pepper, ginger, sourdough, and sharp cheese.
A day where I don't laugh is a day wasted
Liberals and progressives are going to save the world.
Douglas Adams, Marvel comics, Nintendo, Beast Wars, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Joseph Heller rock.
I should love everyone, I really should.
Recycling is important.
I'd rather my things were broken in than pristine.
Friends are family.
Rich colors are better than bright ones.
I love Anne.
I know how I want to live when I listen to Kimya, the rest of the world can distract me from how I want to live. I think that may be how I define sin.
Did you just read that? You must love me. I mean, you know... Jesus love.
I love you, too.
(Especially Anne)
(Not excluding not-Annes)
(but Especially Anne)
Music has a profound effect on me. It has a profound effect on everybody. But I think it's different with me. It has to do with my memory. My memory is at once The Shit and shit. Don't ask me to explain. I just had to delete three sprawling, substance-less paragraphs on the topic. In any case there are these things. They're somewhere between philosophies, memories, emotions, and fictions. I believe that somewhere in these webs of recollection, I can find who I really am.
Kimya Dawson, in particular, brings out the best in me. A lot of times I think that the world is constantly pulling me away from who I really am, who I am when I listen to Kimya. Here are some things I think of when I listen to Kimya:
Megh wearing a Hoodie, The Wall, falling in love with Anne in the Coffeeshop, Cocoa shell mulch in my garden in Rochester, Poppies in that same garden, going to college, Soapboxes, making a commune with my friends, watching Futurama at Mindy's, hanging at Georgie's with Phil during the Apple Harvest, smoking in the mudroom with Chris, peasant thrift, American wastefulness, Smash Bros. with Randy and Sami, My dad's little ways to conserve resources, my Uncle Jim, futons, weed, the good things Jesus said, the moon at Camp Calumet, Bicycles painted green, ex-military purses, used clothing, adjusting clothing, holes in walls, coffeeshops, Arcimage, Mich cooking, Ephraim Julian DeJesus, browns, the pictures I use in my layout, living with Anne.
These are some things I know.
When I'm angry, I ride my bike in one direction until I can't ride anymore, then when I come back I'm okay.
My favorite flavors are cinnamon, vanilla, black pepper, ginger, sourdough, and sharp cheese.
A day where I don't laugh is a day wasted
Liberals and progressives are going to save the world.
Douglas Adams, Marvel comics, Nintendo, Beast Wars, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Joseph Heller rock.
I should love everyone, I really should.
Recycling is important.
I'd rather my things were broken in than pristine.
Friends are family.
Rich colors are better than bright ones.
I love Anne.
I know how I want to live when I listen to Kimya, the rest of the world can distract me from how I want to live. I think that may be how I define sin.
Did you just read that? You must love me. I mean, you know... Jesus love.
I love you, too.
(Especially Anne)
(Not excluding not-Annes)
(but Especially Anne)