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Non-Apharensis
Sometimes a day is better slept through than actively wrestled with. No plazzing, there were tons of people and my little teeny book of Wallace Stevens failed to hold my attention. After the finger-stick, I left.
Got my album of Scott Joplin Rags today. I'm still deciding how I feel about the interpretations. The Gladiolus Rag is still my favorite, because some things are just hard to mess with. French Toast, for instance. Or industrial beige carpet. Nylon webbing. Penguins.
Narf. A picture or two. So wrong, so right.
last modified May 31, 2002 at 9:01
Me bass bunches and goes ba-boom-boom for you, baby, under the banyan, ya-ya...
SCHWINGGG!
The way she holds its neck reminds me of this obscene little painting...
(what am I, the resident expert on shoe terminology? (`; )
I listened to Drag about four times in a row that night we had our AIM talk. By the time we really started conversing, I'd switched to Mingus, but I think the feeling it left me with kept reverberating, or I dunno if I'd've been that, um, bold. {blush}
Damn, that gravy sounds good. I didn't used to eat that much meat, but lately I've been especially bloodthirsty. It'll probably pass off sooner or later. But if you wanna get your iron up in a hurry, y'know. Lamb chops with fried mushrooms, maybe?
I'll try and see if Levertov is in the library here.
I ain't heard much Scott Joplin at all... I just started getting into Jelly Roll Morton like a month ago... but I guess he's more stride than ragtime. Right? I gotta look into this stuff more.
Aw... well, I don't ~mind~ a poker face... I mean, they got their advantages, but still... aw. I dunno.
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