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Name: Rachel
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Harrisburg
Gender: Female
Interests: Predominantly? Living. Then there's always the Beat Generation, Jazz, moral relevist-ism, debate, my guitar Roxanne, Swing, independent films, Blues, reading and creating poetry, cafe rendezvous, neon lighting, classic rock, wooing, drama, Shakespeare, Kerouac, singing, and again with the living.
Expertise: Remaining good at a number of things, and great at none of them. Debating everything and divulging nothing.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  BeatnikJavaPoet
Member Since:
8/8/2004
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| Ahem ... sorry.
You can now find me here: www.xanga.com/Cirque_Animus
enjoy. | | |
| In a spur of the moment decision.
I have decided to change my site.
This one will remain around for a while, but I will kiss it goodbye.
mwah.
{rachel}
You can find me now here. | | |
| Happy National Calander Correction Day!
the inevitable has happened!
ANI DIFRANCO AND DAR WILLIAMS HAVE COLLABORATED!
well, it was only a matter of time, and now I must hear it.
Anyway, I realize that last week's picture didn't show up ... ... it was a picture of two starving naked African children, and juxtaposed onto it were the words "You're Fucking Lucky." Brutal. It got me right there, ya dig?
it's actually nice getting back to the old grind again, technically it's a new grind, but again, ce n'est pas importante. Time now consists of strumming my beautiful Roxanne, a little homework, anxiously awaiting homecoming with an ardency seemingly lost since the age of 9, and listening to Sirius Disorder: Free Form Rock ... which showcases everything from Daniel Lanois to Lou Reed to James Brown to Moby to Dar.
Since this new color thingy surprised me, I can poet-ize in TECHNICOLOR!!!!:
Life Insurance
Did you hear that
STORM
last night?
Poweræ¯ only been back since 6:05
Exactly 6:05?
Exactly 6:05.
As in the patchy pirated sunlight
the clock reads 1:24
any simple mathematician could have
(but I didn't )
crossword puzzle-ing, his sleep apnea,
coffee and wife beater all at the table
declares that his machine shut off
stopped pumping air.
like the hospitals that learned the hard way to have a backup power source.
40,000 with out power and the
roads are bare.
Would his death have been an
Act of God?
^ from a while back, need to start churning some more out sooner or later.
^^ the background? think back really far. Does "oil traps rainbows/holding them captive/under my feet" mean anything to you?
... oh. didn't think so.
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| - Marvelous Things Today's Look: Something old, something new, something borrowed and something Paisley. Thrift store-comfy jeans, Chucks (made visually orgasmic by Emma), vodka tank, fuschia paisley scarf/belt, troll dolls, and pigtails underneath the lime crown of sarcasm that is my messenger cap.
Here in the Wingate Inn, with Nate, Dad, and Roxanne. Thought I'd update (and say that I will use ver. 2 only if I fear it will lose me the gig. If I see a man of the cloth in the audience, alternatives may be accessed.)
If Elijah keeps himself organized, he gets to fly his skinny mexican self up for Homecoming. Be still my beating black-abyss-where-a-heart-should-be.
Yesterday, went to Checkered Past with Tic (30% off vintage ... w**t!), and on the corkboard outside, amid the posters for band gigs and cancer awareness walks and anti-war psychobabble, I saw this brutal image tacked. The same picture had been at Neato Burrito. It was some picture that had been altered via computer and I will try and re-create it to the best of my ability:
something like that. Shivery, huh? I smell something in the air, something increasingly like revolution. | | |
| Need some help people!
My plan, having accumulated no less than 24 songs to play at the coffeehouse gig, is to practice only those relentlessly. In my travels I found one of my favorite songs to sing and play. In the Car by Barenaked Ladies.
A great deal of you may be familiar with this song, and its irreverency. But since it is so delightfully catchy, I am willing to change around some of the words in the bridge, yet staying true to the hilariously awful-yet-wonderful intent.
I have two versions ... tell me the better one.
Original:
It was mostly mutual masturbation
although we spoke of penetration I'd have to wait
for someone else to try it out. ... (in the car, yadda yadda yaddda)
Alternative Ver. One:
It was mostly casual conversation
with some sexual alterations I knew we'd have
a later date to try it out
Alternative Ver. Two:
It was mostly mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
Though we denied qualifications for greater stuff
Someday soon, we'd try it out.
thanks loves! mwah. | | |
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